Olor a carne quemada [English translation]

A thousand volts of power

are waiting to burn

my instincts of violence

on the metal chair.

Smell of burnt flesh

they apply me the drop.

And I didn't want to reach that,

just make them enjoy.

Suddenly I realized

how easy is to kill.

Smell of burnt flesh

they apply me the drop.

Sparks fly from the posts.

My heart stops.

The black beast now cures,

the midgets will screech,

and some maniacs roar

before my last performance.