Seven palms into oblivion
Rottenness tears my eyelids apart
From the blind destiny of the worms
I rise again
Taken off this fetid womb
I drain the infected blood of life
From every corner of the earth
Enlightened by the hunger of death
Your flesh, your veins, your heart
Your soul
Your brain, your bowels, your face
Your soul
Your legs, your bones, your skin
Your soul
Your eyes, your tongues, your beauty
Will rot
Deadly remains in raw flesh
Showing the deeds of pain
Throwing the fluid matter
By the moonlight I hear the chant of the
Dead
Always this beautiful disease
