Mortal dance, damned cry Rotten brain, pulsing in a rhythm Music of death, pulls you in a grave Music of pain, rhythm of Hell Nerves feel, harmony in an unpleasant smell Stormy petrel of a song, song of death Empty eyehole is winking to the conductor this song of torture and pain The white cold body of The pre-mortal song Rises up from the hell Breaks through the Earth And all over obey the Lord And pains comes through ears to brain And you hear song like the wind That orchestra plays the song of death Yes! Music of death Yes! Music of pain