"Nan Wu drank Ra Na, Doro Yeye...... Nan Wu drank Ra Na, Doro Yeye...... Nan Wu drank Luo Na, Doro Ye ......"

Under the blood moon, above the void sky. Pipi is like a Buddha sitting on a lotus, with his hands folded, and he keeps chanting awkward Buddhist scriptures. Bursts of Sanskrit sounds, like swords and swords...