Letra de The Burning Dawn
Lying wet, the object I saw In this red morning, on a bed made of stones. Legs in the air, like a nympho slut, Burning and sweating poisonsOpen, cynic and cut Her womb full of exhalations. The morning sun reflect On this putrid wombAs the skies looked down the carcass The world gave back a strange choir; Chanting Satanas:Crawlingin pestilence obscene The Burning dawn rises in my eyesForms were erased and nothing but a dream, A slow outline to come on the forgotten womb, Only by a sight of memory survived Yet similar to this refuse,Crawlingin a devotion obscene The Burning dawn rises in my eyes Swallowed in misery Cursed eternallyO horrible infection, foul of my eyes, Vermin of nature, passion angels!Such you will be, ô worms of life, After thy last sacraments, mildewing among the bones