Cemetery Mud (Milán) Here I stand in the front of the eyes Of the Ancient Ones lying underground This monument has been risen in the Loving memory of the sons and daughters Having been caught by the claws of cholera Or by the claws of another disease Where have they come from and where do they hide Those ancient memories forgotten? Funeral winds blow Greetings from the Limbo Funeral winds Feet sank into Cemetery Mud Phantasmagorias of primordial blood This world is so desperately sick This world is so desperately sick This world is so desperately sick This world is so desperately sick Feet sank into Cemetery Mud Phantasmagorias of primordial blood Funeral winds blow Greetings from the Limbo Funeral winds