Il-yeon (or Iryeon) (1206–1289) was a Buddhist monk and All-Enlightened National Preceptor (보각국사, 普覺國師) during the Goryeo Dynasty of Korea. His birth name was Kim Gyeong-myeong (金景明), and his courtesy name was Hoe-yeon (晦然).
He became a monk at Muryangsa Temple at the age of nine, and passed the Seon national examination at 22; at 54 he was given the rank of Great Teacher. When he was seventy-eight, King Chungnyeol offered him a position of rank and tried to make him National Preceptor, but Iryeon declined. The king again appointed him National Preceptor, and Iryeon came down to the capital Kaesong (then Gaegyeong), but soon returned to the mountains on the pretext that his aged mother was sick. On the eighth day of the seventh month in 1289, he held an interview with various monks, and then died.
Iryeon is known as a prolific writer, and according to the inscription on his tombstone he wrote some 80 volumes on Buddhist topics. But today only one book of his survives: the Samguk Yusa, which is not mentioned in the inscription at all.
We are given this knofe, now we're taking their life
The pact is made;
We sold our souls for nothing more
The strands of life were once frayed
And now we're sacred and afraid
Living out the dreams that seem to be delayed
Que so mos libre pero un cancer
You say that you have found the answer
The future's not for me in your society
The light you see is never what it seems to be
Confusion, illusion
The nation that you took from me
Is one in which I won't burn
Because you won't learn that this is my
Turn to return
You can't sell us what you steal
We won't buy what isn't real
Our lives aren't secure;
Our hearts won't endure
Fuck you and your...
Y mi futuro es Negro, que yo soy un peligro
The vision that is sold
Just never seems to grow
The life that you cannot mold
Tu dices que es tu dolo
The fact is played, the story's old,
I'm fucking cold
To be like you and have your actions
To buy into the new perceptions
Of how my life should be, the vision I
Should see
The future and the light is not what seems
To be
Confusion, illusion
The nation that you took from me
Is one in which I won't burn
Because you won't learn that this is my
Turn to return
You can't sell us what you steal
We won't buy what isn't real
Our lives aren't secure;
Our hearts won't endure
Fuck you and your...
Fuck you and all your ways
Revolution/Revolucion!