The putrid whistles of death can be heard...
Those souls, dead in immemorial times come to like among men...
The death charms the flesh, by its diabolical serenade, and leads men to this infernal dance...
Sins of past reappear... The cold and accusing stare of death burns their eyes turned red by guilt...
The diabolical serenade charms the flesh...
The men are dancing among the dead...
Their souls are dancing in the shame and remorse of their pathetic misdeeds, of their miserable existences,
Then suddenly realize that they won't join the Eternal'...
The diabolical serenade charms their souls, which
are detaching from their wasted bodies...
The dead are dancing among the dead...
This eternal dance which will only end at the end of all beings...
...Vado mori....
...Saltatio mortis...
Those souls, dead in immemorial times come to like among men...
The death charms the flesh, by its diabolical serenade, and leads men to this infernal dance...
Sins of past reappear... The cold and accusing stare of death burns their eyes turned red by guilt...
The diabolical serenade charms the flesh...
The men are dancing among the dead...
Their souls are dancing in the shame and remorse of their pathetic misdeeds, of their miserable existences,
Then suddenly realize that they won't join the Eternal'...
The diabolical serenade charms their souls, which
are detaching from their wasted bodies...
The dead are dancing among the dead...
This eternal dance which will only end at the end of all beings...
...Vado mori....
...Saltatio mortis...