The night reflects the game of the jester, a crazy shadow that plays with rays of moonlight

He has a great hat with little bells on his head. Their sound reveals the end of another life



On the walls of the cemeteries you can see his shadow, while the eternal night calls another creature of God

The shadow during his eternal dance shows sharp claws that scratch the night and she bleeds

He jumps and runs without truce in Macabria... waits... and is licking tears of buried humanity

Of the forgotten... the night of resurrection shadows... Green flames on the graves are dancing with the jester



You are a shadow that in life is looking for man light but you are sentenced to eternal darkness and pain



Your blood is our life and your screams are a sweet melody for us

Shadows are waiting your unholy-ness The Jester

Like humanity the night of resurrection is near: tears... you will descend on thïs lost place