In the ranks of the dead and the dead from the soul, With eye sockets instead of eyes , You get up on the ground, beset with darkness Under whisper sleepless nights Kill the God broke his cross , Breaking the shackles of slavery a century , Ispey blood baby - he eats the flesh , In the desecration Abbey I hear a knock at his dark coffin Baring his mouth in a mad smile Fiery pairs between the nostrils , I see the satire , he played the bagpipes , Dirges my death