God, when the dawn is dark and cold
Rising dead above an empty earth
The ringing of the belts will stop

Above the dark and drooping world
Let the empty skies disclose
On fields, revengeful ravens whirl

Key you, the mournful birds of night
Whose nests are tossed bylcy winds
On roads where grumbling crosses rise

Come, frightful black magicians
Along the banks of yellowed fronds
Quickly disperse this evimorde

Claw away the sight of land
Where cold winter never ends
The corpse shows you his hand
Remind the passers by of it
The voice of duty must be heard
And they fulfill it, to the word

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