All the people
All the shutters
All the loved ones
Nothing matters

Where's compassion
Where's the pain
He rides the black horse
fleeing the curse

Her braid flouts on the wind
She knows he will never return
He will never see their child being born

All the people
All the shutters
All the loved ones
Nothing matters

Can you hear the virgins cry?
She was murdered
If only she could fly

Lay your head on the pillow
And close your eyes
It is better this way
Then to live in disguise

All the people
All the shutters
All the loved ones
Nothing matters

When the moon has a crack
Look for three witches wearing black
They will visit the virgin's grave
Whisper a spell and try to stay brave

All the people
All the shutters
All the loved ones
Nothing matters