More one days is born in darkness
Black stem one the sky
Dry leaves are taken away without destiny
By that cold and past wind

And us? passing by…
In this world of no body
In this inhuman world
In this inhuman world

This is just the prelude!
That the end is close
The world is in darkness
This darkness is coming soon

Torches of fire will be seem
Lighting the dark night
Those hangmen look for you
And you look for a god

Because may be he'll save you

More one days is born in darkness
Black stem one the sky
Dry leaves are taken away without destiny
By that cold and past wind

And us? passing by…
In this world of no body
In this inhuman world
In this inhuman world