Silence burned and dimness betrayed the light, Currents of air shook the doors of the palace, Subliminal voices of agony remained in The merciless human that ignored his end. (The) death was not real His brain was alive. While he counted his treasures And he prepared to keep them in a crypt pain took possession of his ancient body, He was dead in life and (he was) paralyzed. (The) death was not real His brain was alive.
The trance consumed him He could feel and perceived. The false cries of his brothers, was the end of his fatal life That agonized among despair, insanity, pain, tears and regrets. (With a) deep hole and sorrow over his mankind and vital signs again, that man died (in trance!!!!!!). In a casket made of gold and ivory He was in death - agonizing slowly ¡Rest In Peace, in the wind! Necropolis waited for him.