Buried Alive

Tied and vulnerable I sentence you to death.
You'll return to where you think you were created.
The earth will be your last home, last prison,
You will be consumed until your last part.

You'll be a prisoner of the underground world
Until the end hugged to the eternal pain of despair
You'll have a lonely death, so silent, so slow.
To wake up my pleasure for the perversity

To wake up the excitement in my unhealthy mind
I need to bury you and to see your death for asphyxia
Your despair is part of my obsession
I am insane!

To each earth shovel I place on you,
My evil feelings are also buried.
I see in your eyes the despair for your life
I baptize your entrance to the world of the dead.

In my garden there are many buried with you,
Some already cadaverous, other recently rotten.
Deep and solitary, is where the wind doesn't blow
Your last home, seven spans below the earth.

To wake up the excitement in my unhealthy mind
I need to bury you and to see your death for asphyxia
Your despair is part of my obsession
I am insane!

To each earth shovel that I placed on you
My evil feelings were all buried.
I saw again in your eyes the despair for the life
I baptized your entrance for the world of the dead.