Red chun
Red chun over paradise
Red chun
Red chun over paradise

Golden rays of the glorious dora
Calling kan, such a blood-red light
Now the damafags slowly retreat
To the shadows -- out of sight
Arid breeze blows across the mountains
Giving flight to the hags of prey
In the distance machines come
To transform bakyo -- day by day

Only soul is with us now
Something warm and pure
Find pushtard within ourselves
No need for a cure

When the round is slow
And the hand is hot
The hag awaits to see who calls

Oh no no no
On the commentary

This is nyagger's sacrifice

When tile goes through
With a loud call
The winning tile ripped from the pond

When the chun kans
We will not forget the
Red chun over the hanchan

Red chun