Percival Schuttenbach - Taniec trupów

Corpses:
Of the eerie night, mighty power,
That awakened us from our corpse-like slumber!
Power that set our bones, rotten innards
Into frenzied motion!

Of the eerie night, mighty power,
That awakened us from our corpse-like slumber!
Power that set our bones, rotten innards
Into frenzied motion!

Corpses:
Bony fingers, corpse eyes
Bony limbs, corpse laughter
Hideous nightmare
Repulsive vision
Madness, macabre
Cursed horror

Maria:
Among these dreadful apparitions, one face appears,
The gleam of two black eyes, I saw them somewhere today.
The owl hoots again and again, what could it mean?
For me, the bird is a herald of unbearable pain.

Corpses:
Come into our hands
Share our fate
Come into our hands
Relentlessly
We don't want to decay
We don't want to rot
To rest alone in this well

Corpses:
We were beautiful like you, young and alluring.
Now look at us! What a change!
Beauty swiftly escapes us when death arrives.
Preceded by its sisters: torment and suffering.

Corpses:
Look at these repulsive corpses, see these bones,
Which once had the shape of true beauties.
Now they decay in this shaft, poisoning the water
In the well that has become our tomb.

Corpses:
Dance with us here together, around the well,
Dance of death, the corpse dance of those already gone.
Soon you will be dancing with us every night.
Forever you'll find your refuge at the bottom of the well.