[Verse 1]
In the mud where rotting animals bloom
Urban honking
Echoes of someone hidden from sight saying
"This was our home."

[Verse 2]
In the mud in the bed of the river at night
Echoes, echoes
In trains and traffic
"This was our home."

[Verse 3]
Someone insistently stayed in this spot
Lying and bragging
The desperate promoters
Cold and alone

[Verse 4]
In the mud, at the end of the unknown world
All discovered
All forgotten
Cold and alone

[Outro]
And the white stag is looming
Above its mud grave
Shining, cursing
Built on bones