[Eb, Ab, Ebm, Bb]
("quel potete aprire in louvor del jubilante
 gli angeli dei anquiscentes..."
"That you can open in jubilante louvor the anquiscentes angels..." )

"Nobody sings so well
How much the Isráfil angel
 and the idiot stars 
Ceasing its hymns, is delivered, changes, 
To the magic of its voice" 

[F#, C#m,E, Bm]
"I underneath spread my dreams of your feet steps on of light, 
therefore you step on my dreams" 

[Dm, C#, Bm]
E the sound of its bugle that souls makes to tremble... 
That they leave its body, and they search its dwelling... 
Isráfil , submund Angel... 
E the souls rest there, until it returns the life to you... 
Óh, angel of the death lead our souls...                            [Bb]
In the light one to the place of the origin of the evil and the well... 

[Eb, Ab, Ebm, Bb]
"In its faces it says which to me mine, 
Sentences to the souls in storms... 
La E suona le trombet...)