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
