Long shadows spread as they
Move past on the gray walls
They avoid the light
They disappear into nothing
Noiseless and rarely alone
Old spirits conjured anew
Await the doomsday
They fuel the fire
Of fame and of loyalty
Until their hour approaches
Here, the night rules
In moist decay
In cold dampness
Time gets smothered out
From the center of the warm womb
All the life on Earth originates
And the vermin, in big shuffling masses
Are ready for the time
That it returns to the soil
Here, the night rules
In moist decay
In cold dampness
Time gets smothered out
Here stands the army
Of the young warriors
Ready to fight
The old guard
Inconspicuous, but ubiquitous
Their brood increases countlessly
They make us sick
They infest the land
And their wrath rises constantly
Until now they come forth only at night
In order to harm the weak of the world
But one day a power will rise up
To rid itself of the good