Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Landscape lyrics

A wind-ridden night and an empty road where the army of the Prince of Parma Left the horses' corpses behind There atop the bald mountain blaze the bones of the newly razed castle There is only stone sand dung and a colorless aimless wind This is a landscape brought to life by a moon jammed sharp in the sky And grungy shadows down below Along with a white gallows that dangles gaunt pods Of flesh revived by the wind that shadowless cloudless wind