Ottati is a town and comune in the province of Salerno in the Campania region of south-west Italy. As of 2011 its population was of 680.
The town was founded in the 12th century, presumably by Ancient Greek settlers who abandoned the ancient village of Civita.
Located in Cilento and part of its national park, Ottati lies below Tempa del Prato mountain (1,048 m), part of the Alburni range. It is crossed in the middle by the provincial road SP 179 and the town hall is located in Via 24 Maggio 53. It is 3 km far from Sant'Angelo a Fasanella, 7 from Corleto Monforte, 8 from Aquara, 9 from Castelcivita, and 92 km from the city of Salerno.
The municipality borders with Aquara, Bellosguardo, Castelcivita, Petina, Sant'Angelo a Fasanella and Sicignano degli Alburni. It has no hamlets (frazioni), but counts the localities of Bivio San Vito and Chiaie, composed by few scattered farmhouses.
The municipality of Ottati had a population of 998 inhabitants according to the results of the National Census conducted in 1991. After the National Census of 2001 the population was officially stated to be 809 inhabitants, thereby showing a reduction of 18.94% between 1991 and 2001. The inhabitants are distributed in 345 families with an average of 2,34 people per family.
It's a temple for the worshipers of human decay
she'll be known to all their offspring as the queen of flies
in a mud infested ravel of a fallen house
lie the body of the woman who was never found
and the maggots eat away all sign of recognize
she'll be known to all their offspring as the queen of flies
her flesh will their shelter and her hair will be their hide
she'll be the home of pestulance, a vengance genocide
and her bones will be chalk that cleans the tidal wave
of anything organic, that's not worth to save
chorus
death is so unfasionable
flesh that falls of bones
the end comes creepin round the bend
death is so unfasionable
makes your colors gray
what makes me say such things
it makes you hate me
so this whore will be the mother of a million things
that longer down the line will complete a ring
when her bodyfat is turned into a stinking pond
its forgotten that she died with her makeup on
and the hamridge that she has upon her naked skull
was once a place for wirship for the white and dull
and the dress she wore that day that she was swept away