Born in a squirt of a mother whore Left, the liquid redeemer Trembling in a pool of blood, kneaded by fear The sin is on me, the sin is on me Purifies the son
And breath this incestuous sin
Impure, impure child Son of perdition Eyes injected of hate Veiled and burning
Impure, impure child Son of perdition The color is black Impossible to pacify
Here I am, the servant, the shame The bastard in this corrupted life The unborn, the plague The squirt of rage
