White night of fright,
black night of terror,
water, rain, snow, and wind—
furious thunder and lightning.
With a chilling rattle,
the murderer with the knife
slices and dices in an instant
anyone found in the castle.
But from the world of horror,
where the sky is always black,
the son of mystery pounces
faster than can be believed (can be believed).
Bem arrives, enemy of evil,
who holds in his mouth a thousand daggers.
Only three fingers, two eyes of ice,
sixty vipers upon each arm,
he mangles the killer.
He beats him to death with a club.
White night of fright,
black night of terror,
water, rain, snow, and wind—
furious thunder and lightning.
A step that shuffles sounds,
the blow of a hammer sounds,
the hanged man falls to the ground
making a mess where he falls.
But from the world of horror,
where the sky is always black,
the son of mystery pounces
faster than can be believed (can be believed).
Bem arrives, enemy of evil,
who holds in his mouth a thousand daggers.
Only three fingers, two eyes of ice,
sixty vipers upon each arm,
he mangles the killer.
He beats him to death with a club.
White night of fright,
black night of terror,
water, rain, snow, and wind—
furious thunder and lightning—
furious thunder and lightning—
furious thunder and lightning.