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- Cadaveric stench
Rotten decay, ugly and cadaveric stench,
Smell of death of a corpse dismembering to bones,
Here a hospital of sudden death
Ugly bodies sewn up with threads
Here, all as at you at home
Refrigerator, water, workers of a mortuary, as native,
Will wash up, will clean, will open a skull, will weigh,
Will find a cause of death, will thrust guts back,
Will dress up, and will send native on funeral...
Night comes to each house
The death bears fruit of new day
Thousand corpses every night
Is over what to work
Taking a scalpel, and smoothly
Spending as on a skin, as to oil,
Pleasure test, in expectation of yours
New unsolved them of a riddle
As you lived, as worked,
That ate and as concerned a life,
In a mortuary know your secret
But you already to spit
After all, death, it is not sick
It, that small car, which,
Allows to realise all plans
Your soul which have hidden inside