| …a pitiless march through the dark and mantling clouds. |
| The shadow that departs the life that flees away, and its place is known no more… |
| Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, |
| where each in his narrow cell forgotten laid, |
| I hear the verses of the winged choristers! |
| Mournful coaches advance with solem pace, |
| led by remnants of forgotten hearts, |
| majestic left behind in mouldering dust, |
| our deriding worn out mask… |
| Ghastly grim veiles unfold, to reveal this majestic scene, |
| scenes of raptured tranquility. |
| Bare witness and behold |
| Our wrath which now unfolds!!! |
| Feel our victorious presence, see your imminent death, |
| engulfed by sepulchral fog, we breathe your last breath!!! |
| As ghastly grim veiles unfold… |