The saints and their robes glitter in the light;
the shadows at their foot scream with all their might.
The name of the gods resounds a million voices in the hall;
the shadow of the devil grows among the fear in the dark.

The happy and the fallen flock amidst the men,
the glitter of the gold hold the hearts of saintly men.
The voices of the masses silent at their mass,
because except on the day of the sun,
God's son shall be forgotten.