Cadaveric hepatic ulceration
Open your eyes to the cadaveric ulceration
And deformed meat, destroyed skin
Open your eyes to the simply putrefaction
And smell the pus and the rotten gore
Blood is on my hands and never I clean
Silence is in my mind and sickness I think
On this mortal wasted and stiff my head
And smell the puss and the rotten gore
Rotten, Tissue, Bowels, Beauty
Into cavities. I scrape one hole
Singles parts of bodies what I can erase.... fear
Body parts and measting fungus, I take all in my plate
Fetid scent in all the wall what I can erase.... fear
Vomit.... fear....
Bloody.... see... ahhh...