The day had come and the abomination was about to be born Not knowing if I was the father my mind was torn A decision was made, attend the birth and kill it at dawn At midnight it arrived
The moon was full this winternight and shined upon the spawn By first sight I relized that there was no need for murder at dawn The newborn wasn't mine, I could tell from it's smell Stillborn child, dead it entered this world
In the womb It had died Still I knew that It wasn't my child The whore who gave birth To an illegitimate son Upon the sight She started to cry
The fetus didn't move as it was dropped to the floor It didn't look like a baby but a spawn of gore The hazardous stench made the ground turn green The whole thing was rather obscene
I laughed at the slut I wasn't the one This wasn't my son
Vile, vile woman, unfaithful you were Fucking with a corpse gave you what you deserved Now smell the stench, the stench of your son Before he comes alive you'd better start to run
I laughed at the slut I wasn't the one Her end has begun