I raised the dead under the earth... Now those dead are laughing and dancing... I have torn the surface of the earth... This bamboo has finally come out of the ground. Now the sky is waiting for me, I will take the dead with me to the sky... Now the sky is waiting for me, I will take the dead with me to the sky... I dried my withered branches with fire... Will they cut me off again? I kiss the axe, what will they do with the army of the dead?