Dusk sets a dull gloom
I receive the night like a mistress to my bedThe eerie sound of beating drums from afar
To summon those to the Isle of the deadOn this field of life, the seed we sow
Let us reep the love, our lives threadAs the peasant yields, to recite the 'angelus'
His hand reaches out for thy bread...BEHOLD!! " Yea, it is I, the whore of your bed, and from my loins expend, furious passion without end!
ALAS!! " yea, it is I, the fallen as said, I renounce your passage to the Isle of the dead!"