| Between the tombstones, my body lies, dead | |
| Among my remains swarm the maggots | |
| Greedily masticate | |
| Members dislocate | |
| Man feasting on the disinterred corpse | |
| Muscles cutted in slices trickle | |
| Pus and blood are running from my mouth | |
| Greedily masticate | |
| Members dislocate | |
| Man feasting on the disinterred corpse | |
| I can see the scene out of my body | |
| Necrophagous | |
| Rotting innards, decomposing organs are devoured | |
| Night's cruelty and the sight burn my stomach from inside | |
| I hear that my soul cries | |
| The wind is cold as stone | |
| As my complains anse | |
| My hangman licks my bones | |
| Tasting the light, just trashing the light | |
| To forget all the pains | |
| I lose my mind in my agony | |
| Life and death are drowning in the dark. |