I always observed her fleeing of me.
But I know she was a whore
And for that reason
I pursued her.

I wished her,
But she always said I scared her.
She had something that attracted me,
Something that I can't explain.

Sodomy...
Homicide...
In my head the desire
In my hands the execution

I could pay her price,
I could realize her desires.
Orgasm
Through torture.
I tied her in the bed
And I raped her with hate.
I suffocated her with my hands
And I ejaculated watching her die.

But I could feel
Her intense orgasm.
The death with pleasure.
She always wanted something else.

Sodomy...
Homicide...
In my head the desire
In my hands the execution

The body passes before the church
But the bells don't toll
Because who exterminates the own life
It is not worthy of this homage.

He didn't believe god had given him the life
And for that he didn't have debts.
He denied living as a sheep
And for that he was free!

Finally he caught the bible,
And he denied it for the last time.
He laughed at that whole hypocrisy
And he exterminated his own existence!

As I envy this man!
He hated god and the saints
The priests and all the followers
He hated all those imposed rules
The powerful man is the one
Who has power on himself
He had power about the own life
And on the own death.

Finally he caught the Bible,
And he denied it for the last time.
He laughed at that whole hypocrisy
And he exterminated his own existence

Tied and vulnerable I sentence you to death.
You'll return to where you think you were created.
The earth will be your last home, last prison,
You will be consumed until your last part.

You'll be a prisoner of the underground world
Until the end hugged to the eternal pain of despair
You'll have a lonely death, so silent, so slow.
To wake up my pleasure for the perversity

To wake up the excitement in my unhealthy mind
I need to bury you and to see your death for asphyxia
Your despair is part of my obsession
I am insane!

To each earth shovel I place on you,
My evil feelings are also buried.
I see in your eyes the despair for your life
I baptize your entrance to the world of the dead.

In my garden there are many buried with you,
Some already cadaverous, other recently rotten.
Deep and solitary, is where the wind doesn't blow
Your last home, seven spans below the earth.

To wake up the excitement in my unhealthy mind
I need to bury you and to see your death for asphyxia
Your despair is part of my obsession
I am insane!

To each earth shovel that I placed on you
My evil feelings were all buried.
I saw again in your eyes the despair for the life
I baptized your entrance for the world of the dead.