Текст песни Born In a Womb, Died In a Tomb

Out of the flesh core Came this child Into a career of evil Into throes of madness Into the ugliness of Satan's breath Now the adolescent contemplates crime Overwhelmed with innate cruelty Suffering has nurtured his blackened soul As he plunges into the beast Born in a womb Died in a tomb Raping his decaying collection of corpses With the caress and affection Of a handful of maggots His paralysed prick disembowels Their withered bodies Just as this bastard's mother's Contracting womb struggled To strangle him during his birth This is not the maternity ward This is death row