1. THE HANDLESS VIRGIN

You died in the pasture,
Strangled,
With the innocence of your thirteens.
You were unrecognizable,
Under a truck and two tires.
Your hands have been amputated,
At the edge of the stream,
At the edge of the stream.
The reek of your death,
Forever will remain.


2. INANIMATE BODIES

Men will be the victims of
The macabre sacrifice
The yellow fire takes form
The shouts of the
Executioner stokes up the fire.
The inanimate bodies
Dance in the flames
They will be ashes
They are all condemned to
Die by the diabolic laugh
Of the executioner


3. DEPOSTADA COMO UNA RES

Siento el olor de tu concha
Huelo tu muerte a lo lejos,
Preparo mi motosierra
Para tu coito final
A traves de mi cara de cuero,
Mis ojos ven tu terror,
Mugis como un ternero
Muuuh
Extraño es el gesto humano
Al ver cercano su fin,
Estertores de su cuerpo,
Denotan inmenso placer
Colgada del gancho
Como una res
Te penetro en tu agonia
La sangre goteando de tus
Manos me excita.
Vuelvo a acabar sobre vos
Olorosa podredumbre
Despiden tus pedazos
Ya en el baul
Estas esparcida entre la
Madera
Te vuelvo y te vuelvo
A lechear.


4. CHURCH OF DEATH

The pope's den
Smell rancid,
The Holy Father and his henchmen
False and voracious thieves
Will take the advantage
Of those who take shelter in God
Frightening and deceiving them
Making promises of eternal salvation
Church of death
Kill your brain
Church of death...
There's an orgy in the Vatican
While you're starving to Death
Begging for money
And filling their pockets full
They only care about their own wealth
I shit on your God,
On your creed
And on the holy church.


5. CHURCH OF DEATH (SPANISH VERSION)

Rancio olor a suciedad
Sale de la cueva de su
Santidad
El santo padre y sus
Secuaces
Hipocritas, ladrones voraces
Aprovecharan la debilidad
De los que se refugian en la
Religion
Haciendo promeses de
Eterna salvacion
Llenando las mentes de
Miedo y mentiras
Mientras de hambre te moris
En el vaticano hay una orgia
Piden dádivas como
Mendigos
Y a diario llenan sus bolsillos
Solo les importa su riqueza
Yo defeco en su Dios,
Su credo y su santa iglesia


6. BRUTAL DISSECTION

Are you afraid?
It won't hurt too much
You have to wait while
My motor saw tones up
Don't you see? Your
Flesh separates of your bones
Like a piece of cheese
You look funny without
Your arms and legs
I slide your guts over the tray,
Blood falls down
Have you ever thought
Of the mess i could make with your body?
You are dead because of a good cause
You'll be my dog's food.


7. AN ORGY IN THE ORPHANAGE

Drunkenness allows me
To unmask myself
There comes out abhorrent thoughts
That i can't control
I go to the orphanage
Thinking about nothing
Except spread bodies in front of me like an offering,
Sowing virgin corpses everywhere
Don't pray anymore
Don't run
This is your worst nightmare
And I'm in it


8. PUTRESCENTIA OF MIND

Dead, madness
Everything's shit
The police, church
I vomit
Dead, madness
Everything's shit
The police, church
I vomit
Putrescentia of mind
Putrescentia in my barin
Putrescentia of mind
Putrescentia of mind
I vomit shit
I vomit shit
I vomit shit
I vomit shit