threaded in meat

hate the cold you feel the hot blood to drain

the skin feeling the force of darkness in its field

rotten to the corpse rotting there lies

a wound never healed without any doubt


the fight has ended with victory for any of the teams

the end is near where we will see who is stronger

his corpse lying there

his corpse lying there

show your face

tell who you are

not be afraid to knock yourself in front with yourself



show your face


tell who you are

because there lies his corpse ..


the rotting encomodando neighbours

I see the suspicious box in attic