Putrid Resurrection In Anthropophagia
...My foot were caught by a fleshless hand
Hundreds of cadavers began to rise...
From their tomb, infested by their stench
I was the prey of those living shells
Bloodthirsty, in lack of flesh...
I was caught, I was to die!
Mutilated I become, a skinned carcass
No sooner they devoured me
I join their post-mortal army
Ready to eat the human meat without mercy
The first victims arrived
We rushed at their body
Those children were dislocated
We ripped apart their skin
Their entrails turned to mushy
We tasted slowly their brains
In spite of their innocence, In pieces they finished...
Resurrección Pútrida en Antropofagia
...Mi pie fue atrapado por una mano sin carne
Cientos de cadáveres comenzaron a levantarse...
Desde su tumba, infestada por su hedor
Fui presa de esas conchas vivientes
Sedientos de sangre, en falta de carne...
¡Fui atrapado, estaba destinado a morir!
Mutilado me convertí, un cadáver desollado
No bien me devoraron
Me uní a su ejército post-mortem
Listo para comer la carne humana sin piedad
Llegaron las primeras víctimas
Nos lanzamos sobre sus cuerpos
Esos niños fueron desmembrados
Desgarramos su piel
Sus entrañas se convirtieron en papilla
Probamos lentamente sus cerebros
A pesar de su inocencia, en pedazos terminaron...