Le Mort Joyeux [English translation]

In a fat land, full of snails

I want to dig myself a deep grave

Where I can at leasure stretch out my old bones

And sleep in oblivion like a shark in the wave

I hate testaments, and I hate tombs

Rather than implore a tear of the world

Living, I'd rather invite the crows

To bleed every bit of my filthy carcass

O worms! Black companions without ears and without eyes

See, approaching you, a corpse free and happy

Debauched philosophers, children of decay

So, through my ruins, go without remorse

And tell me if there is yet some torture

For this old soulless body, dead among the dead

• Artist:Peste Noire
• Album:La Sanie des siècles – Panégyrique de la dégénérescence