Paroles de Infanticide

Bastard child You burden my existence Preaching the goodness That cannot That will not That must not Exist Crucified, bastard, foetus Now you pray no me Crucified, bastard, foetus Now you cry for me Crucified, bastard, foetus Will you die for me Worthless child, born in scorn Your mothers a worthless whore She'll die and meet true suffering In the fires of deepest hell You my child will sit by my side And squirm at the terror I create Mankind deserves no peace on earth They'll suffer hell from heaven, like you