The sky is stormy He rain destroys The wind is violent The sky is dark Flashes of lightning split clouds A torrent takes shape on the ground A deceased wakes up He moves in his death His soul wakes up His body died The bones are motionless His flesh is rotten He wants to go out of his grave The lightning burns a tree Landscape of hell His body is for ever motionless His soul escapes Graves are enlightened by the thunderstorm The cemetery wakes up