In The Night Of The Sixth Day 

Behind Those Gates Of Iron 

Under The Sign Of The Silver Ray 

Children Are Playing Among The Graves 



Blond And Delicate Children 

Pale And Angelical Faces 



Running Among The Shades Of The Trees 

Following The Zephyrus Wind 

All Of Them Are Playing The Same Game 

Till The Iron Bells Starts Tolling 



Blond And Delicate Children 

Pale And Angelical Faces 



Bats Flying Under The Moonlight 

The Vestal Standing Up In An Imaginary Circle 

The Wind Blows On Her Crown Of Flowers 

A Trip On The Psychic Spectrum 



This Is The Ritual Of The Igneous Angels Crying 

Those Ones Who Begin To Dance During The Nights 

Going Within Your More Intimate And Secret Dreams 



Stabat Mater 

Stabat Mater