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The lights leave the quarter

to the silent darkness

and to the pestilential

Death

The forbidden zone

is being entangled

in a shroud

of terror

Eradicated cobblestones

lie in a savage disorder,

into the tall weeds

of the dead citadel

Demolished huts fill the streets

Fetid and harmful smells

reign everywhere

Among the spectral dusk,

among the atmosphere,

soaked in pestilential exhalations,

the victim corpses, of merciless Death,

are shed everywhere

[solo]

Now. A quick succession

of demonic screams

I feel the obsession

that's taking hold of my mind

No place for reason,

in this world of darkness

This is the season

of the dead without cross