The Friday Wage arrives in shadow’s cloak Where ancient embers breathe their silent smoke The Wuku Wayang spins the cosmic thread A boundary blurring 'twixt the quick and dead Listen close, hear the tectonic shift As Kalimantan’s hills begin to lift The Irau fires burn against the night We walk the line of darkness and the light Ground opens wide! Spirits align! The geometric grid of the divine! Hold your breath before the threshold breaks... Turn your gaze inward, do not walk the road tonight! Tutur Tumurun, the stones are taking flight! From Yogyakarta’s myth to Malinau’s deep roar We chant the hymns of the primordial shore! Ancestors speak through the fractured math of time A sacred rhythm, chaotic and sublime! Rest now, the ritual is done... The spirits fade before the sun...
