In the night of the sixth day Behind those gates of iron Under the sign of the silver ray Children are playing among the graves Blond and delicate children Pale and angelical faces Running among the shades of the trees Following the zephyrus wind All of them are playing the same game Till the iron bells starts tolling Blond and delicate children Pale and angelical faces Bats flying under the moonlight The vestal standing up in an imaginary circle The wind blows on her crown of flowers A trip on the psychic spectrum This is the ritual of the igneous angels crying Those ones who begin to dance during the nights Going within your more intimate and secret dreams Stabat mater Stabat mater