Severing Stomache Lyrics

The very cold blood of the addicted doctor to the cadavers
It begins the process of the autopsy, looking for the cause of the decease
Without remorse some opens up and it cuts the stomach
Observing some strange substance
That perhaps it was the reason of their death
All the organs are revised
Being about giving an answer of how it died
The hands manipulate the remains
The morgue, the place, but she fries and inhuman
Alone, it is visited by beings that she no longer has life