Dancing with My Son’s Corpse

Day by day I listen their cries in the dawns...
In the basement, in the cell but repugnant
This woman without mind, without past neither future
Caressing the corpse of a baby while it dances as zombie
She was Raquel the prostitute
The vanity takes it to make several bloody abortions
To the thirty five year-old age Raquel finally decides to have a son
But fortheir sins it is brought to our asylum
This was a theatre, she thought that it was in the hospital
When she opened her eyes, it was very excited
She wanted to see her baby, and I told him
Do observe it very pretty truth it's
She smiles and cries of happiness
Do you want to your son? Observes well...
Without pity I strangle the small bastard until suffocating it
She screamed impotent, murder it before her eyes now...
Three months later, she dances every night with their son's corpse in decomposition