| In the night… when the stars sing litany of horror
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| I raise the chalice… full of blood to the dark moon that announces the death
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| In the dismal smiles… by the rotten mouth, painted eyes like a black pitch
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| A shout rises from beyond… from beyond «The death is near… the death has
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| arrived»
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| The singer with its tormented voice sings hymns of pain… pain…
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| The mad painter and its brush paints walls and windows black
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| Flowers fade… as she"d pass… when the bells over the ancient church ring
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| midnight…
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| Strange figures rise from the fog…
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| Like a funeral party… the children plays with old buried skulls…
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| The clown that never smiles kisses the woman with two heads |