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 eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
