Their's silence, for a moment, of rememberance
With a slow, motion a coffin eneters in a great church
All the presents kneeled pray for the dead
The small priest, begins to call, for God's power
We think, for the dead's past
We think, The dark side of life, we think with sorrow in solitude
He is ended, his soul is takes from God
Thats now, the only one that can save him
From all the sins, he will be gived and purified
From his hate, he will be sentenced and convisted!
His life, is in danger
his future, in a question of balance
A ritual, with the border's sound
The procession is advancing, everyone pray in the silence
Now the coffin is entering, in the grave of destiny
In a state of confusion, looking for a man thats not here
In my mind, i think of a corpse in evil's power
Some people, light candles of hope
That his soul, were clear and free!
His body, given to hell !!
His body, will putrified
Bells of Death...Bells Of Death...