Awaiting the call
Now you're prepared to die
Now death takes your soul

The mourning rites so fool

No sorrow, no pain, no grief

Prepared to face the reality
No sorrow, no pain, no grief
The mourning is not fatality

Useless rites that finish in your death

Nine days the dead is rot

The prayers and the masses continued
Squandered days he's not with God
He's in his tomb he lives in hell

He's not preocupated for your faith
And you guard respect for his death


The meeting is presided by Satan
You want to hear dead's voice and cry
Demons answer your question and live

In your rotten mind by a false faith
Originated in your turbulent infancy
In which you loved an image - passionately


Rites of death
Feel the pain

Die in second death
!@&! servant of the !@^%
Are you prepared to die?

Diiiieee!!!!

No sorrow, no pain, no grief

Prepared to face reality
No sorrow, no pain, no grief
The mourning is not fatality

Useless days that finish in your death
Useless days that finish in your death!