When the dead are back!

What brilliant things would they let us know?

Like our burden and the heartless eyes loaded with tears

Our hands fall excessively on our side ...

Be that as it may, we don't come

Spread the hush with a dismal mumble.

We leave our lives

Also, just in uncommon and lovely minutes,

Alarmed, debased, feminized, pause, look

The stream of the soul masses is a misleading time

Moving to talk, his mouth works

Such heraldry and apostasy,

From the fake blessings of the past,

Future tossed from the present,

From the past that never rests:

Like bats sticking to the darkened dividers of domains

In the spoiled core;

Or on the other hand like the crows, which channel and obscure

The air is as of now weakened,

They won't state their loathsome messages

However, resolutely dead oppose the test and the weight.

Or on the other hand what disaster is to get ready

Past examples are constantly accessible

Worried about our future past the present past.

In the event that exclusive the dead are back

What savage notices they would give us!**