[Processional Chant] Baggage through the wall, The proverb of delay has reached its end. Pack in daylight while the neighbors watch, [Verse 1] Dig through the wall when the evening falls. Cover the face; lift the weight to the shoulder, A prince will leave blind though his eyes remain open. Bread in trembling, water in fear, [Chorus] Baggage through the wall, The proverb of delay has reached its end. A sign becomes near when the people say far. Foxes in ruins found words of their own, [Silence] They painted weak mortar and called it a wall. [Verse 2] Rain asked the plaster what stone lay beneath, The answer collapsed when the storm entered in. No charm can hunt souls and remain unseen, [Final Chorus] Baggage through the wall, The proverb of delay has reached its end. Baggage goes outward; false shelter falls inward.