Tonight the night is heavy with storms
The mountain is full of noise and light
And in the hot sea of torches
Nothing has a human face anymore
Drums sound, sparks fly,
Everything screams from full lungs
And in the ring of fire
naked bodies lie entangled.
But before the morning comes
the groom kisses the bride.
High in the sky, the stars
are densely covered with clouds
The cup that receives the red blood
is veiled by darkness.
Violins screech, horns sound,
Black shadows come closer,
and the blackest of all
shows itself naked and kingly
But before the morning comes
the groom kisses the bride.
At twelve o' clock at midnight
the wedding is finished,
On the fires, skin on skin,
the groom kisses the bride.