The silent scream of the Funeral Bell
Talks to you about your end.
Death is coming; it's standing behind you
Touching you shoulder — feel its embrace…

The silent scream of the Funeral Bell,
The black smell of rot is blowing in your face.
Dark sky and clouds… Lightning and rain…
The thunder of Devil awakes your remains.

The silent scream of the Funeral Bell —
You're alive again with a sword in your hands,
You're searching for your enemy, he won't run away.
Funeral Bell, show me the way.

The silent scream of the Funeral Bell
Talks to you about your end.
Death is coming; it's standing behind you
Touching you shoulder — feel its embrace…