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
