Open the gates of the graveyard
Where corpses rest like layers
In glorious flying thunder comes the courier of death
Moor his black horse's tail
Around my thin neck
Let me fly beneath his wings
I am dead

Hangman's noose is not a prophecy
Hangman's noose is the laughter of death
Life is abundant in fantasy
Giving birth to death
Ending one's secret life
Ending one's mortal existence

Have no fear
Heaven and Hell are here
Let my few hairs blow in the burning wind
Don't keep up one's appearance
Oldness and youth are just a game
Send a letter to the mortals saying as pleasant is the grave

Hangman's noose is not a prophecy
Hangman's noose is the laughter of death
Life is abundant in fantasy
Giving birth to death
Ending one's secret life
Ending one's mortal existence

Mortal reason to abandon this life
Full of horror at first sight
Nobody escapes from this deathlike fate
Till again I hear the wind through the gates

Nameless graves rest emptiness
Living beings dislike this vast sadness
Dramatic vision of the procession of the dead
It's rather sad we can't rise from the dead