In a grave rotting
you will be because
all the worms will be
feeding from your body.
Nobody else with you
forever immense,
immense solitude.
In a grave, insane
you will be because
your decomposed body
is going back to dust.
An intense stench
detaching by all,
all them orifices.
The grave: is your destiny,
the grave: is your doom,
the grave: is the end.
Impossible to escape.
In the night cries you will hear
from the guilty army of dead,
that by sin of lewdness
can see their creator.
Your eyes don't see,
your lips don't feel,
your c*** won't spit.
you will be because
all the worms will be
feeding from your body.
Nobody else with you
forever immense,
immense solitude.
In a grave, insane
you will be because
your decomposed body
is going back to dust.
An intense stench
detaching by all,
all them orifices.
The grave: is your destiny,
the grave: is your doom,
the grave: is the end.
Impossible to escape.
In the night cries you will hear
from the guilty army of dead,
that by sin of lewdness
can see their creator.
Your eyes don't see,
your lips don't feel,
your c*** won't spit.