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The harmonious kiss of the dead body

It exceeds all my expectations

He feasts on my deepest desires

From your throat comes all the tenderness of a deceased father

Teaches the most atrocious practices

Maggots come out of the sockets of your eyes

The heavenly voice of the necromantic arts

I lift the bones, I polish the marrow of your sumptuous stumps

A building that lives up to your wishes, dear mother

I dress you every day with the same elegance

I make myself beautiful for the evening offering

Your picky lips... Your dead body... Your bloodied limbs

I'm satisfied with all this magnificence, with your ardor I'm going to faint

You sculpt an obscene work

From your womb a blasphemous being will be born

I am excited by your beauty, and I'm going to kill you

A marriage of putrid favor, in your mouth, for eternity

And when your sumptuous curve reveals the truth to me

I will come to you to finally see your real dead eyes