From dust to dust, a solitude unable ... to
change.
From dust to dust, they'll be always alone
unable... to change.
Forgotten by bellowed beings,
suffering on their solitude,
they live and where chosen,
to live in hell without mercy.
When worms penetrate their body,
soon matter becames mud.
Unknown's curse... Unknown's curse!
This mud that stinks like your life,
in the cove they'll rot.
Will rot, will rot...
Their forsaken cross thrown on the floor,
the wind blowing brings death throes...
They're still being punished in this world.
They come back fleshness, singing in this
valley
of tears where pain never ends...
They're still being punished in this world.
