Fill your belly with poison I'm a parasite inside of you In your cold necropolis I do not feel the heat Passed through a meat grinder I'm going to feed the cannibals Bloody beasts masked saviors Pull me out of you Destroy our fragile world
I was bitter cold steel scalpel And the angel of death looking at my empty eyes Push to the heart of my mangled remains Mother , I want to feel your warmth
Not privileged to be born Should burned in the womb
Violate a sacred oath Now my flesh is torn The angel of death an innocent person It's your art It is a symphony of death cult followers
I have not committed a sin And the reward for that to die unborn You hear the crack of my soft bones You see blood flowing from the wounded flesh
Now I'm on the scaffold of Necropolis
Not privileged to be born Should burned in the womb
Violate a sacred oath Now my flesh is torn The angel of death an innocent person It's your art It is a symphony of death cult followers
Grab a mask deftly good Dispel the cold wind my ashes But I will not leave you And we 'll see you again and again in your dreams
Mocked the rules of your god " Don't kill ," he said " Don't kill " your child