I have found the pleasure in life

Trequent with the dead

I love their devoted eyes

They never tell me lies



I crush the corpses

Crawl on the graves

The smell of death

fill my lungs



I crush the corpses

Crawl on their graves

The smell of death

fill my lungs



Tear up your organs

Eating the remains

Suck your stinking fingers

Soon I will be fed



Feel the mush upon my lips

Taste the septic bacteria

Rotten buried dead

Soon I will be fed



The maggots dwell on your skin

I rip your lovely skull

Your flesh putrid and rotten

I have found the pleasure in life



Tear up your organs

Eating the ramains

Suck your stinking fingers

Soon I will be fed



I have found the pleasure in life

Frequent with the dead

I love their devoted eyes

They never tell me lies