Lyrics:

Any possible nature of pity
Has never existed, in you.
Now I am reflecting your shadow.
So, the children today are dying
And in front of their bed
Comes that fever which goes up to sleep.
They are going away.
So naively taken away by a natural horror,
And, amazed by it with no salvation,
As they were invisible and idiotic animals
Too far from that Heaven
To believe in its soulful land,
Warn out like a few others,
Trembling,
Praying all this is not real.