Tom: B
[Eb, Ab, Ebm, Bb]
("quel potete aprire in louvor del jubilante
gli angeli dei anquiscentes..."
"That you can open in jubilante louvor the anquiscentes angels..." )
"Nobody sings so well
How much the Isráfil angel
and the idiot stars
Ceasing its hymns, is delivered, changes,
To the magic of its voice"
[F#, C#m,E, Bm]
"I underneath spread my dreams of your feet steps on of light,
therefore you step on my dreams"
[Dm, C#, Bm]
E the sound of its bugle that souls makes to tremble...
That they leave its body, and they search its dwelling...
Isráfil , submund Angel...
E the souls rest there, until it returns the life to you...
Óh, angel of the death lead our souls... [Bb]
In the light one to the place of the origin of the evil and the well...
[Eb, Ab, Ebm, Bb]
"In its faces it says which to me mine,
Sentences to the souls in storms...
La E suona le trombet...)
