You are welcomed to the dying The home of lies Where they gather to the pest In the world with no beauty
Your torture device The Incubator Nurse the wretched Feed on Poison
You can smell the wicked In black-out shade Like monetary killing A blood-soaked life
An outcast fetus The cold womb Uncanny sounds Hear the absurd
No will to fall well You are Born in Hell
No struggle to stand Fall back to the ground You see jet-black desire And frozen caskets
Sky with no light The chamber Smiling infamy Receipt for sorrow
A snail without a shell You are Born in Hell
Beneath dignity to breed Born in Hell No sympathy to flee, as you plead Born in Hell Sacrifice, none will rise, as it dies Born in Hell On the cross, to prevail, you are a snail Born in Hell
The frolic is a theater With twisted minds A moniker for the dead Rotten holes in their head
So now you are born The punishment Take what you can Greed controls the hand
No will to fall well You are Born in Hell A snail without a shell You are Born in Hell Another soul to sell You are Born in Hell
