Above that hill
I saw a caravan arrive
The clouds covered the moon
And darkness was made without end
How can be this vision funebre?
The they come to me
The first came to me
Give us the passing, we need to proceed
Omen of hell
I let him go
The second smelled sulfur
His eyes I could not see
However him came to me
Laughed and went
The third was beautiful, but his moral I could not see
Under he there was no shadow
The air was cold when passed me (haaa)
Dont look where should not see
He said without look in my eyes
The last came on foot and nothing had
The epression on your face I could not decipher
Crossed my body without I could feel
To turn back to see them, could nothing to see
