The flies are turning around
This stinking pile of bodies
The decomposition is so advanced
That it is impossible to tell
Which member belongs to which corpse
Maggots and necrophage insects
Started Shrinking this slaughter
A genocide
A massacre
A thousand killed and now rotting
Léo's part
Several stains of vomit
Testifies of the stench
People too weak to appreciate
The beauty of death
Feeling alive before corpses
Breathing the foul air that rises
Words can't describe how i'm happy, fully erect and contented
After causing this huge carage for my own pleasure