[Music: Necromancer; Lyrics: Stormbringer]
Born into torture,
Born into hell,
Born for my sickness,
Born unto death.
[Lead: Necromancer]
Pathetic innocence,
Suffer by my hand,
I end your existence,
Before you know it's begun,
Witching, c*nting mother,
Gladly Satan's whore,
Sacrifices own son,
Then helps feast on the gore.
[Chorus:]
Unholy - witchery - sorcery,
Suffering - destiny - fire,
Frailty - ritual - perversity,
Foetus lust - agony - dying.
Your face shows me anguish,
Under horns of black goat,
You don't realise you're dying,
As I drink from your throat.
Witching, c*nting mother,
Gladly Satan's whore,
Sacrifices own son,
Like one we've had before.
[repeat chorus]
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[Music: Necromancer; Lyrics: Stormbringer]
Born into torture,
Born into hell,
Born for my sickness,
Born unto death.
[Lead: Necromancer]
Pathetic innocence,
Suffer by my hand,
I end your existence,
Before you know it's begun,
Witching, c*nting mother,
Gladly Satan's whore,
Sacrifices own son,
Then helps feast on the gore.
[Chorus:]
Unholy - witchery - sorcery,
Suffering - destiny - fire,
Frailty - ritual - perversity,
Foetus lust - agony - dying.
Your face shows me anguish,
Under horns of black goat,
You don't realise you're dying,
As I drink from your throat.
Witching, c*nting mother,
Gladly Satan's whore,
Sacrifices own son,
Like one we've had before.
[repeat chorus]
Born into torture,
Born into hell,
Born for my sickness,
Born unto death.
[Lead: Necromancer]
Pathetic innocence,
Suffer by my hand,
I end your existence,
Before you know it's begun,
Witching, c*nting mother,
Gladly Satan's whore,
Sacrifices own son,
Then helps feast on the gore.
[Chorus:]
Unholy - witchery - sorcery,
Suffering - destiny - fire,
Frailty - ritual - perversity,
Foetus lust - agony - dying.
Your face shows me anguish,
Under horns of black goat,
You don't realise you're dying,
As I drink from your throat.
Witching, c*nting mother,
Gladly Satan's whore,
Sacrifices own son,
Like one we've had before.
[repeat chorus]