To you, lords of the netherworld.
The body and the soul of a child.
Unblessed watcher unaware of Persian lore
Cannot stop the burial ritual.

Living in sin the last moment of one's life.

Betrayed by the hot desert sand.
Facing the eyes of those invoking demons.
Fourteen virgins are on offer.

First the animal meal, then the ashes swept away.
Burying people, the ancient ritual of death and rebirth.
The eyes have no more tears to cry.
Fainting prepares the mind for the end.

There are traces of ancient worlds.
Like smoke, many twisted female forms arise.
They are demons, evil ghosts.

We are almost at "Nove Strade".
May the wind carry away the damned prisoners.

To you, cods of the underworld.
The body and the soul of a child.
Unblessed watcher unaware of Persian lore
Cannot stop the burial ritual.

Living in sin the last moment of one's life.

Betrayed by the hot desert sand.
Facing the eyes of those invoking demons.
Their heads buried in a dying sun.