I returned from my conquest, I returned from my conquest,

Your hands masculine, With the veins bulged, And circlets and totem wrapped... Your hands masculine, With the veins bulged, And circlets and totem wrapped...

We are all silhouettes Wrapped in the tapestry We are all silhouettes Wrapped in the tapestry

Where the stars exist like golden specks in the deep blue Where the stars exist like golden specks in the deep blue