Thirteen sperm-seeds of sweet carnal passion were brutally erased
Strangled and dissolved into my own womb
Mother! you damned dream-witch of the night
How can that rotten cadaver still whispers to me
Unceasing omens of death?

"And suddenly a shining scalpel
Was built with terror and despair"

Unceasing omens of death
Will slowly show me the way
Paralysing omens of death
Slowly show me the way

Un vacuo silenzio s' innalza tra I fumi
Tessendo elogi a tristi paure
E bianche sculture incarnanti il dolore
Di riti, peccati ed anime fatue
Che nere le fiamme ribollono atroci
In bui pertugi macchiati di morte
Lavando precoce dal sangue l'odore
Di corpi straziati, in cera mutati

A dark Grand Guignol ceremony will dry all the tears of those years
With sweet human food well served
And candles of flesh will soon burn the air
Spreading the stench of redemption
Of your dead souls

"I was told to raise the heat
Up to seven hundred sixty degrees centigrade
For that is the right temperature
Required for melting bones
Oh, how simply and bizarre too
Can be this domestic alchemic practice"

Un vacuo silenzio s'innalza tra I fumi
Tessendo elogi a tristi paure
E bianche sculture incarnanti il dolore
Di riti, peccati ed anime fatue
Che nere le fiamme ribollono atroci
In bui pertugi macchiati di morte
Lavando precoce dal sangue l'odore
Di corpi straziati, in cera mutati