The thing always unravels It unravels from the corpse The anthem mumbles something You're not in on the secret, what a pity No hundredth ulcer The thug spreads his black wings Filth drips from his mouth The horror has surpassed itself... though no one simply believes it A mummy came out of the box The mummy went and the devil took her Quiet now, it's time for confidences The hour of banging is already waiting It waits, it believes, it will wait It will let people into dark dates, drama The Grim Reaper will jump out of embarrassment No one will listen But does it matter when the world is burning, which had a coward for a father Your agonising spirit no longer moves you And again, the moral heard, stand Don't move