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Depraved monsters are expelled by my insides

Unashamed corpses are flooding by my sight

Putrefaction

Rotten germs decorating this torment without end

Through dreadful nightmares I´ve seen my shameful face

So Morbid Visions that raise the pulse of pain

Painful bumps, it hurts. Screams of Torture, it harms

From the graves, it comes. Down the hell, it calls

Putrefaction

Rotten germs, the calm is coming, at least I will be dead!

Green fields of peace, palm trees and lakes

Birds in quiet flying, flowers of bliss

No pain is over me, feeling no grief

Heaven has rescue me, but there´s no god in it

Just making love to perfumed females

Singing those chants heavenly made

No blood runs through my veins, just wine of grapes,

Feeling so great, great to be dead.

Soulless, godless, so dead

Lyrics by The Faceless