(J. Alanís)  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 preoccupied 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  Bastard servant of the whore  Are you prepared to die?  Diiiieee!!!!  Useless days that finish in your death  Useless days that finish in your death!