A man was kidnapped and ransomed last week; None of them heard of any information to confess; Again and again it fell into convenient oblivion; Here is a shameful man leaving wife and children.
A man was forgotten, a tragedy, an ungodly prank; But when the skeleton cames to knock at the door; By devil, what a masquerade, no skin, only bones; All in his height and stature revealed the lost man.
Sad news for the wife to see her husband this way; Exposed in the city, sad hero of the dance of death; Thou shalt be the feast of worms, he says his wife; Out of dust thou art born to dust thou shalt return.
These were the words said to the wife of the bones; she went mad, and sacrificed her children in a trice; on the morrow they found bodies cooked in a pot; the woman was said a witch, burnt alive at the stake.
In such a disastrous end, this tale could have ended; If, one had not cleaned the bones from the ashes; Assembled the family member, then kept in secret; One imagines bad design, in such an enterprise.
By incantations, the bone is reborn from the ashes; Like a Phoenix in its nest of aromatics and incense; By the hermetic desire, by the companion's hand; One saw the macabre family entirely recomposed.
Clever, piper or drinker, they will scream for misery; This is not enough to break the dark enchantment; When the bones beat somber music, in black paths; One believes prudence is the mother of all virtues.
One hides in the hollow of the house, over the grain; Shadows and creaks, The dark sign of terrible omen; Fear leaves in the heart of living souls, like a disease; If nothing is done, it will gnaw at you until death.
Beautiful hullabaloo, carried along by the crowd; Come to break the fears, to make a carnival out of it; When men drap themselves in a frightening way; One sees the vice laughing at the evil, a spell coup.
To expelled demons, on the gran'place one decided; All fear must be removed, put out of the great walls; The hunting of shadows came, to excite the people; Witches were burned before returning to the woods.
Here, on the nocturnal road, a whole village escapes; With a dead man along the way, one loses all reason; Without lost carcasses, one catches the companion; Beaten on the wheel, the cursed is flayed to the bone.
Thrown into a mass grave, the corpse is enchanted; And a evil pact, puts the skeleton back on its feet; And companion joins man and woman, damned; This people wants revenge, but creates revenge.
God creates the body bones we walks towards death; No matter the perfume, nor the toilet of the day; Man enter into the dance, what you are, we were; Here are our remains, what we are, you will be.