Born in Hell

You are welcome 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
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 caskеts

Sky with no light
The chamber
Smiling infamy
Recеipt 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 barn
The punishment
Take what you can
Greed controls the hand

Now you will 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