Hateful and strange things The Moon brings Silent and smooth Delicate and morbid Serene are the faces of the dead There is no more daylight Just the full Moon shining The weird smell of the perfume of those who have departed Promotes a climate of misfortune An endless garden of stone The world of those who are gone Melancholic is the farewell Mysteries the night hides A black bird is seen descending from the firmament I can see the towers and leaky roofs of the cold city on the horizon The worms stir and chills from afar announce the horror before my eyes see it My flesh would not tremble for no reason When I looked into lifeless eyes In the fantasies of faceless tombstones I had In faces I had never seen That have now become real An endless garden of stone The world of those who are gone Melancholic is the farewell Mysteries that the night hides Going down into the mud with them The feeling of dread and the adrenaline A glimpse of what could have been The human being facing his most primitive fear A sea of consciousnesses Scattered in torn bodies Serene are the faces of the dead Strange is the attraction to the dead The time has come to release the monster Oh, I felt ready and tired I traveled the world to understand That there is no beginning after the end There is an eternal end We crawl together Returning food to the earth that satiates the finite animal Strange is the attraction to the dead