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Nasal rotness, Mental infection

Rooted up mouth, Cutting throat

Open stomach, grinding bowel

Bursting eyes, Cervical slot

Bloody corpse, infected cadaver

Draining blood, bubbling pus

Cranial fluids, rest of human

Suffering in a deep suffering

Always wear her frock’s by shreds

She’s black and malicious

Put her to the gallow

Beat her forever with iron

Take care of her mortal,

she’s the flesh of crows

We march to the hollow

And we slide in the lobby

Whitout bottom where we

Have see her drag some corpse

Ashes to ashes the body

Under the rubbish I enter

At the worst moment the moment

As all extinguish in a muddy dawn

I thought she’s without wickedness

But when she look at me

With a black glance shiver

Kill me with coldness

My soul be hide forever in gloom