There is a winter happiness, a celebration known –
an air of joy and gladness that chills me to the bone.
A little boy would grow up to say “they know not what they do”
On the day they said “Tang Na” he thought it was me and you.

“Tang Na Mo! Tang Na Mo!” They watched him suffer then
and so in turn, he watches over the suffering of men.
“Tang Na Mo! Tang Na Mo!” Haven’t we suffered long enough?
Two thousand years of sorrow just seems a little rough.

Do you really sit there watching everyone you know die
or are they all believers in a poorly fabricated lie?
I’m hell-bound for the acts I failed to do and things I cannot know.
Get off your ass and help us out. Until then, Tang Na Mo.