Cemetery Mud

Here I stand in the front of the eyes

Of the Ancient Ones lying underground

This monument has been risen in the

Loving memory of the sons and daughters

Having been caught by the claws of cholera

Or by the claws of another disease

Where have they come from and where do they hide

Those ancient memories forgotten?

Funeral winds blow

Greetings from the Limbo

Funeral winds

Feet sank into Cemetery Mud

Phantasmagorias of primordial blood

This world is so desperately sick

This world is so desperately sick

This world is so desperately sick

This world is so desperately sick

Feet sank into Cemetery Mud

Phantasmagorias of primordial blood

Funeral winds blow

Greetings from the Limbo

Funeral winds