Segunda muerte
Cryfemal Lyrics


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Nadie nos podra oir, en esta camara sellada
Congelador de la morgue
Escenario de lujuria con mi visita
Quiero morder tus labios
Y reventar tus ojos con mis dedos, Uhhh
Tu boca amoratada, me susurra letanias
Y mi vientre arde sobre tu cuerpo helado
Mi pecho palpita, mi piel se estremece
Frente a tu cuerpo desnudo siento hambre de muerte
Y arano tu piel putrida mientras invado en tu cuerpo
La madera de este endeble ataud
No soportara la furia de los embistes
Que descargo sobre tu cuerpo fiambre, Ahhh
Segunda, muerte!!!
En ti encontrare la cura
A las larvas que devoran mi cerebro
Hurgando en tu interior
Chunpando las venas de tu cuello abierto
Poseo tu cuerpo lleno de soledad y tristeza
Sobre el humedo metal mortuorio
Y en tu rostro inmaculado
Trazo cruces con el filo de mi navaja




Consumido por el morbo
De nuestro segundo encuentro

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Cryfemal's song "Segunda muerte" tell a disturbing story of necrophilia. The setting is in a sealed chamber of a morgue, where the singer finds himself filled with lust when visiting a cold body. The desire is so intense that he wants to bite the lips and pop the eyes of the corpse. The body's mouth whispers terrible litany, but the singer's belly burns, and his skin shudders in front of the cold body. He feels the urge for death and tears off the putrid skin of the body while invading it. The wood of the frail coffin will not withstand the fury of the assault, and there is a sense of excitement in the singer's voice as he commits this terrible act. In the second verse, the singer finds that the body is a cure for the larvae that devour his brain. He explores the body, sucking the veins of the neck, and possesses it full of sadness and solitude. He draws crosses on the face of the body with a sharp knife, consumed by the morbidity of their second encounter.


The song's disturbing lyrics showcase the obsession with death and the perverse desires to be with the dead. The singer finds solace and comfort in death, even though it is a terrible and inhumane act. He feels that the body of the deceased will cure him of his mental ailments, which is a bizarre outlook of life. The narrative can also be interpreted as a reflection of society's fascination with death, where people find the surreal beauty in the grotesque nature of life. Overall, the song is an intense and macabre take on death, lust, and the human mind's darker aspects.


Line by Line Meaning

Nadie nos podra oir, en esta camara sellada
No one can hear us in this sealed room


Congelador de la morgue
We are in the freezer of a morgue


Escenario de lujuria con mi visita
This place becomes a scene of lust with my presence


Quiero morder tus labios
I want to bite your lips


Y reventar tus ojos con mis dedos, Uhhh
And pop your eyes with my fingers


Tu boca amoratada, me susurra letanias
Your bruised mouth whispers litanies to me


Y mi vientre arde sobre tu cuerpo helado
My stomach burns over your frozen body


Mi pecho palpita, mi piel se estremece
My chest throbs, my skin shivers


Frente a tu cuerpo desnudo siento hambre de muerte
In front of your naked body, I feel hunger for death


Y arano tu piel putrida mientras invado en tu cuerpo
And I scratch your putrid skin while invading your body


La madera de este endeble ataud
The wood of this fragile coffin


No soportara la furia de los embistes
Will not withstand the fury of my thrusts


Que descargo sobre tu cuerpo fiambre, Ahhh
That I unleash on your lifeless body, Ahhh


Segunda, muerte!!!
Second death!!!


En ti encontrare la cura
In you, I will find the cure


A las larvas que devoran mi cerebro
To the maggots that devour my brain


Hurgando en tu interior
Digging into your insides


Chunpando las venas de tu cuello abierto
Sucking the veins in your open neck


Poseo tu cuerpo lleno de soledad y tristeza
I possess your body full of loneliness and sadness


Sobre el humedo metal mortuorio
On the wet mortuary metal


Y en tu rostro inmaculado
And on your immaculate face


Trazo cruces con el filo de mi navaja
I draw crosses with the sharpness of my knife


Consumido por el morbo
Consumed by morbidity


De nuestro segundo encuentro
Of our second encounter




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Sammael F. Hell

Y esto era el referente de black metal español aquel entonces, jejeje

Muchas cosas cambiaron desde entonces, incluso para el propio Ebola!

Kennedy Souza

melhor black do mundo

Loup Noir

So funny and so true, this video !
Hail Cryfemal !

Sammael F. Hell

Yeah, that's what an overall low budget does.

Moessacre Rex

The music slaps as much as the video clip is hilarious.

lord draconian

2021!!!! hail ebola

Romain RFVII

Ebola esta maldita

Lord Draconian

hail ebola

Acardas

que verga musical.

g bisper

Morri depois de ver essa porcaria!

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