The wing is not moving

We are imprisoned with moss bars
We are struck with a lock of fog
Until we do not realize it
Until we do not feel it

Divine law is placed at the bottom of the ground
The law of beings above all else
God's law fell to the bottom of the valley
Legal tower above the tower

Arriving call to prayer calling God
Establish prayers for a moment
But your heart withers has been trampled
Just silence absolutely immobile