| You’re all worms and mud, just a question of time
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| Idealizing the past, old memory seems so beautiful
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| But the decayed flowers have lost their colors for ever
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| And what is dead will never be again
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| I’d like to collect those cute dead bodies and give’m a new life through death
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| Where they’d stay pure and silent
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| But dead fruits rot so fast, I hate those worms, I hate those flies
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| The ugliness which drown the past
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| What death gives me, it’s rapidly passes away
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| I spit on your cemetery which even took your femininity
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| As soon as the eyes are gone the human identity fades
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| Formaldehyde infections to delay the inescapable doom
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| Destroying the natural way of life, I bring back the lovely corpse
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| And fight against the sand of time
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| Fascination and disgust are twins in the same hell
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| Why should it end so fast?
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| Tonight, beyond the gates of death, I’ll break the oblivion process
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| No god won’t make me forget you, my dead angel
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| Your cadaver enshroud recalls me your wedding dress
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| Your body cold like ice opens for my damnation
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| I’d like our dead love to last forever
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| Sometimes I ever hear as if she spoke to me
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| And one day I’ll fuck the earth itself, that sweet stench of humid And moist
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| Which so often stole my lust… desire to possess you whore
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| 'cause death put the strike but you erase the so pure remains
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| Covering my naked body with black and greasy mud, broken nails on stones
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| I’d like our dead love to last forever
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| Sometimes I even hear as if she spoke to me
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| Raping the soil, the betrayer of time
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| I fill mother earth with tears, blood and sperm
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| And you puke me as an aborted corpse
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| To avoid I reach the forbidden paradises |