Nightly Mass

Candlelight lights up the dark

Some mysterious surrounds us

We have gathered us

To pay homage to the darkness

To call the black monarch

The moon is in the sky

And the stars look down

Like glittering eyes

The flames of candles are

Blowing with the wind

The flames of fire are

Blazing into the sky

We call the master

And for a moment we are

One with the moon

One with the stars

One with the sky

One with the universe

And our spiritual forces

Are creating picture of him

Mythical winds are getting up

Snow is falling from the sky

It is turning red

When it's falling from the sky

Black clouds are obscuring the sky

For a short time the moon disappears

Slowly the candles are burning down

The night is over and the day begins

It is time to hide us from rays of the sun

Slowly the day opens its red eyes

And a new nightmare begins