Cradle newborn ba*tard in hands that seep in sin,
On looking through a crystal screen,
The ba*tardiser grins,
Soiling what was once a subtle and pure race,
I embed myself within her
And leae without a trace
Engulf your frail existence,
Rob you of your worth,
Feel contaminated at the hour
Of the ba*tard's birth,
Screaming through a smoke screen
Created by his breath,
Experience the shock
And the wrath of the ba*tard's threat
ba*tard
ba*tardiser, conceived in d**h,
ba*tardiser, fear my threat
ba*tardiser, conceived in d**h,
ba*tardiser, fear my threat.
Population rises
As the ba*tards commence my reign,
Blood replace raindrops, extirpate and main,
Their sky becomes his eyes,
Feeding from his vigor,
Each one aims their weapon
But it's him that pulls the trigger