The lights leave the quarter To the silent darkness And to the pestilential Death The forbidden zone Is being entangled In a shroud Of terror Eradicated cobblestones Lie in a savage disorder, Into the tall weeds Of the dead citadel Demolished huts fill the streets Fetid and harmful smells Reign everywhere Among the spectral dusk, Among the atmosphere, Soaked in pestilential exhalations, The victim corpses, of merciless Death, Are shed everywhere Now. A quick succession Of demonic screams I feel the obsession That's taking hold of my mind No place for reason, In this world of darkness This is the season Of the dead without cross