It’s going to be forever, it already been once
One of the sunshine days or one of the dark nights
You called me in your circle, gave a dagger, gave the fire
Your boundless mortal power makes victims weak and blind

Da Kapa Preta’s red glance
Keeps essence of all alive
Unsolved vital questions
Will not stay unnoticed
The word is said – flame bursting
The needle is red-hot
Wind makes white [bad word] The moon turns into blood
 [bad word] out of abyss, through the dark of labyrinths
The velvet coat [bad word] as the autumn leafs
wall clock hands are going in opposite direction
Air is stuffy and toddie, and space and time are gone.

Da Kapa Preta’s red glance
Keeps essence of all alive
Unsolved vital questions
Will not stay unnoticed
The word is said – flame bursting
The needle is red-hot
Wind makes white [bad word] The moon turns into blood

The soul of those whom you’ve ate are in your sarcophagus
The silver radians of moon will light your fairy way
Wet night offers to stay in the grave yard paradise
The [bad word] outside inviting in there embrace

Sand of time is pouring down
Fills the eyes of those who left us
And the gloom in corpse cold blood
Sings and spreads enjoying