The night's dark, it's raining, and the skies are shadowed The borders of their gothic town cut through the dark High towers and sharp roves rise, disappearing in the dark The square is full of gallows with ropes, carrying the dead That rock in the wind! Hooks violently tear their bodies and legs to pieces! At an alarming sound of the bells d**h arises... d**h arises from dreams With you, fires and bayonets So many heads have been taken with them As if they were roughly picked flowers Deep cough of desolate cannons Counts the groans of pa**ing hours Here comes one Absurdity is sensed in the fires burning And in the cries full of strength See this fresh blood from each vein Feel that savage fear from tension: Chaos doesn't rule long! And everything calms down Gets back to the centuries of its wait In the realm of dreams