Langa liyatshona Siyakhala phansi Izilwane ziyadansa Sithi uhm, inkanyezi! Bonke bathi abakwazi Kodwa bonke bangabaphuzi begazi （The sun sinks low. We weep below. While beasts dance, they name the stars—yet all of them are drinkers of blood.） They are all vampires — Dancing for the sun! Sidabula umlotha wobumnyama Singena egcekeni elikhanyayo Kukhona othi: UNkulunkulu wehlele lapha. Sivula imilomo, sicula izingoma zokudumisa （Through the ash of night we walk, Into light’s wide-open court. The god is here!” someone cries —So we sing with open mouths.） Aaaaaghaaaahooo! They are all vampires Singing for their own demise Sun is not mercy Sun is fire Ubuso bavo buxabene nomlilo (Their faces are at war with fire) Every lie walks in step. Heavy breath. Heavy faith. Walk. Step. Speak. Crack. We are burnt and preaching. 我们是阳光下的鬼魂 （We are ghosts under the sunlight.） “Light does not want you.” Who’s dancing in dust? Who’s glowing in flame? Ngabe bahlabelela noma bayakhala? (Are they singing or screaming?) Hands rise — too slow Feet hit — too late Hearts beat — but out of sync Let it burn. Let it burn. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. We are the cursed parade.
