Wild sharp blades open lips of fleshGush of scarlet blood and pour on the outsideVital organs come out of the corpseNow devoid of vital energy become flabbyOn the ground coveredwith lots of worms hungry of human fleshThe corpse supported by meathooksPutrefys the air becoming stiflingThe worms nourish of entrailsAnd infest every internal cavityOf corpse swelling itThe corpse now in putrefactionRaise layes of greenish skinExplosions of boiling gastric acidsRaise craters that vomit corrosive liquidsSlow rives of pus pour out of everyLaceration carryng bit of fleshWith revolting insectsMade from the putrid fermentationThe ground is a basinFull of jelly-likeSweet of smelling mushColour of vomit blood brainDressed withWorms pus an liquidSecretion fromThe carcaseProtagonistOf weakness of lifeDeath consume the carcaseUndressing it from the filthCleaning it from lived depravationsLet shine in putrefactionThe white skeleton now free.