Down in the black slime of this earth
The dead sink to Hell
Perfectly obscured from the sullen hundreds' stare
And upheld by strings of gold
Hang the sacred stars in the sky

While Jehovah lifts his sinister eye from our world
His laws do no longer compel
A swift wind of doom disturbs the endless sleep
Of the indolent and effete

Deep down in the black slime of this earth
The dead sink to Hell
Obscured from the hundreds' stare
And the sacred stars in the sky

Deep down in the black slime of this earth
Restless limbs are at work
Deep down beneath the dark tar of this land
Decrepit lungs crave air

If you could see through the stratas of dirt
That cover these infertile fields
You would meet a thousand empty eyes
Endlessly seeking the invisible stars

One spectre of fire brought swiftly away
Upon a gust over the fields
To imbue within the forbidden life
The dead shall ride

Years tore upon torpid flesh
Those years have now come to an end
Disturbed to awake from their permanent sleep
The dead shall ride...
Over the earth

The spectres of fire are brought swiftly away
Upon a gust over the fields
To enlighten and lead the forbidden progress
Of the dead that ride
Over the earth