Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ambiente cadáver, artist - NARCO. Album song Alijos confiscados 1997/ 2008, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 04.02.2008
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Ambiente cadáver(original) |
No sé dónde nací, ni recuerdo de donde vengo |
Solo sé que matando y desmembrando me entretengo |
Loco, psicópata, desquiciado metal |
Llámame como quieras por que eso me da igual |
Y es que yo he nacio pa asesinar |
Y es que yo he nacio pa matar |
Disfruto con lo que hago maltratando el cuerpo humano.(bis) |
Crímenes, fiambres pura realidad |
Vivo con los muertos mejor que con los demás |
Ellos me comprenden bailan a mi son |
Molesto los cadáveres no los dejo descansar |
Siento de repente que yo soy el señor |
Así alargo sus vidas y no escapan con satán… satán… |
(scratch) |
Huelo la sangre fresca |
Me pongo nervioso, cojo mis herramientas |
Y salgo a buscarla, encuentro la presa |
Siente miedo al notar mi presencia |
Obsesionado y con una idea fija |
Te machaco el cráneo con un pedazo de piedra |
Los sesos me salpican, ya no piensas una mierda |
De arriba abajo rajo tu cuerpo |
Saco tus órganos, te dejo hueco |
Parto tu corazón de un cuchillazo |
Al cuerpo sin vida le arranco los brazos |
Terminado todo el trabajo |
Le prendo fuego, lo troceo en mil cachos |
Busco un agujero para echar los pedazos.(bis) |
Soy el matarife de los humanos.(bis) |
Huye, huye… |
(translation) |
I don't know where I was born, nor do I remember where I come from |
I only know that by killing and dismembering I amuse myself |
Crazy, psycho, deranged metal |
Call me what you want because that doesn't matter to me |
And it is that I was born to kill |
And it is that I was born to kill |
I enjoy what I do mistreating the human body.(bis) |
Crimes, stiffs pure reality |
I live with the dead better than with others |
They understand me, they dance to my tune |
Annoying the corpses I don't let them rest |
I suddenly feel that I am the lord |
So I lengthen their lives and they don't run away with satan... satan... |
(scratch) |
I smell fresh blood |
I get nervous, grab my tools |
And I go out looking for it, I find the prey |
Feel fear when noticing my presence |
Obsessed and with a fixed idea |
I crush your skull with a piece of stone |
Brains splatter on me, you don't think shit no more |
From top to bottom I cut your body |
I take out your organs, I leave you hollow |
I break your heart with a knife |
I rip off the arms of the lifeless body |
finished all the work |
I set it on fire, I chop it into a thousand pieces |
I'm looking for a hole to throw the pieces.(bis) |
I am the slaughterer of humans.(bis) |
Run away, run away... |