Her Viscera Eyes

 
Siempre he oido de su leyenda, pero nunca pense en oir sus gritos,
Esa noche senti su presencia, cuando ella lloraba por sus hijitos.

…and when the wolves and dogs stopped their howling,
A warm putrid scent seemed to fill the air,
The perpetual silence was like a warning,
Of something necrophagous out there.
Her ghostly echo travelled all through town,
The sound of her cries were full of grief,
Over by the river you can still hear,  
Her ghastly screams without any relief.
 
En el silencio se puede oir el río, con sus gritos de horror,
Y es cuando sientes el escalofrío, es algo que causa un terror.
 
The streets are dark and empty, no one is out,
Nobody dares to go out in the night,
Her voice faintly comes in through the windows,
Filling ears with fears and phantasmal fright.
Those who thought of themselves as brave enough,
Go chasing the specter but it’s in vain,
Because some of those who run into her,
Are found frozen, speechless or gone insane.
 
Desde anoche oigo sus llantos, con tantos gemidos de dolor,
A pensar que puedo ver su rostro, su piel ha perdido el color.
 
The children giggled then screamed in horror when they died,
While she forced them under water and watched them drown,
Now she has a mouth full of parasites and maggots,
With pale skin full of open sores seeping through her gown.
Her shrill voice carries sharply through dark and lonely streets,
From the river and through the graveyard the mother cries,
When you see her thin ethereal figure from behind,
She will turn to look at you with her viscera eyes.