[Music: Robert - Lyrics: R. Sciamanna]
The night reflects the game of the jester, a crazy shadow that plays with rays of
moonlight
He has a great hat with little bells on his head. Their sound reveals the end of another life
On the walls of the
cemeteries you can see his shadow, while the eternal night calls another creature of God
The shadow during his eternal dance shows
sharp claws that scratch the night and she bleeds
He jumps and runs without truce in Macabria... waits... and is licking tears of
buried humanity
Of the forgotten... the night of resurrection shadows... Green flames on the graves are dancing with the
jester
You are a shadow that in life is looking for man light but you are sentenced to eternal darkness and pain
Your blood
is our life and your screams are a sweet melody for us
Shadows are waiting your unholy-ness The Jester
Like humanity the night of
resurrection is near: tears... you will descend on this lost place
