I bear for a six days dead, laying in my bed
A repugnant smell, sprain the environment
I'm rotten and descomposing.
My skin... had reared worms
All my bones... are finished and crushed
I'll fell my putrefaction and I'm feeling My decomposition
I'll be another dead more.
My blood don't flow in my veins
My heart has left to beat
My head open and reject
In pieces, feeling my putrefaction.
Now begin the hard way
While I'm feeling my putrefaction
I see me there down reject and quarted.
Never had I imagined
Feel my putrefaction
All my illusions
Had taken their end.
I bear for six days, laying on my bed
I see me repugnant and descomposed
A repugnant smell because I'm rotten.
