Macabria

In the night, when the stars sing a 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 is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived."
The singer with his tormented voice sings hymns of pain... pain!
The mad painter and his brush paints walls and windows black (black, black, black, black)
Flowers fade as she'd pass
When the bells over the ancient church ring midnight
Strange figures rise from the fog
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 is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived."
Like a funeral party... the children play with old buried skulls...
The clown that never smiles kisses the woman with two heads (heads, heads, heads, heads)
"The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived.
The death is near, the death is near... the death has arrived."