In the night... when the stars sing litany of

horror I raise the chalice... full of blood to the

dark moon that announces the death In the dismal

smiles... by the rotten mouth, painted eyes like a

black pitch A shout rises from beyond... from

beyond "the death is near... the death has

arrived"

The singer with its tormented voice sings hymns of

pain... pain... The mad painter and its brush

paints walls and windows black

Flowers fade... as she'd pass... when the bells

over the ancient church ring midnight... Strange

figures rise from the fog... Like a funeral

party... the children plays with old buried

skulls... The clown that never smiles kisses the

woman with two heads