Aborning - Wretched

Awoke with a vicious grin in the phallus entrance

Hard from the mother’s cries

Your infants hands are gripping flesh

Dying sweating storms, writhing on a gurney

Dreams of pleasure burning off in sheets

No time to sedate, this harlot must be seen at once

Protrusions rising from the skin

Underneath her gut are wearing thin

Now as your belly is split apart

A voice begins to whisper, «I have come for the light»

Arisen in shame, shrouded in filth

His starry eyes meet hers

I was borne by the sperent’s spleen

In the bearing queen

I was borne by the sepent’s spleen

Carried in the bearing queen

What a sultry wold god hath created

Showered with our pensions never earned

What a sultry wold god hath created

Showered with our pensions never earned

Fire rains down from the north

Carrying plagues and shedding skins

And thus the beast will lead his minions

Throughout the seas, covering all of the lands

He’s got the world in his hands

Solace is all that he is seeking

Provisions nourishing the son of fallen kings

Atop of the highest tower in hell

Solace is all that he is seeking

One of these days you’ll make it through

Without gouging your eyes out at my sight

Awoke with a vicious grin, I am the son