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This is the end of the asylum, soon they arrived for us

I won't leave neither an alive patient, alone they are seventeen lepers

I will give them, I will mark their brains forever

I will leave them an unforgettable memory

We are in the patio six, here we made some macabre acts

One by one we give them

It finishes it brutal beating then with a hammer and big rusty nails

I perforate their hands and feet presing their meats on the wood

Now we lift those leprous christ's, they cry and they groan while they bleed

Now we begin the decapitation of these pagans and seventeen heads fall

This is apocalyptic, an exhibition of the hell inside my asylum

I wait they never forget it, this it was the sanatorium San Agustin

A good place at the beginning then enclosure of murders

I wait that when find this letter next to this...

My corpse dismembered...