In the night... when the stars sing litany of horror

I rise the chalice... full of blood to the dark moon that announces the death

In the dismal smiles... by the rouen mouth, painted eyes like a black pitch

A shout rises from beyond... from beyond the death is near... the death has arrived

 

The singer with it's tormented voice signs hymns of pain... pain...

The mad painted and it's brush paints walls and windows in black

 

Flowers fade... as she'd pass... when the bells over the ancient church ring midnight...

Strange figures rise from the fog...

Like a funeral party... the children plays with old buried skulls...

The clown that never smiles kisses the woman with two heads