Corpses:
Ghostly night, oh mighty power,
Which has awakened us from the deathly sleep!
Power which put our bones, rotten insides
In this mad movement!
Ghostly night, powerful power,
Which awakened us from the deathly sleep!
Power which put our bones, rotten insides
In this mad movement!
Corpses:
Bony fingers, corpse eyes
Bony limbs, corpse laughter
A hideous nightmare
Disgusting vision
Madness, macabre
Cursed horror
Maria:
In the midst of these horrifying phantoms, one face passes through,
Black flash of those two eyes, I have seen them somewhere today.
Owl hoots again and again, what could this be a sign of?
This bird is a herald of unbearable pain for me.
Corpses:
Come into our arms
Share fate with us
Come into our arms
ruthless
We do not want to decay
We do not want to rot
To rest alone in this well
Corpses:
We were as beautiful as you, young and tempting.
Now look at us! What a change!
Beauty soon escapes us when death comes.
Her sisters precede her: torment and suffering.
Corpses:
Look at those nasty corpses, look at these bones,
Which were once the shapes of real beauties.
Now they are spoiling in this shaft, poisoning water
In the well, which for us has become a tomb.
Corpses:
Dance with us here toghether, around the well,
The dance of death, the death of those who have already died.
Together with us, you will dance each night.
For ever, at the bottom of the well, you shall find your shelter.