The horror passes through your eyes
You paralyzed with fear
Pain feelings sear
Depression lingers
Live within all tears
Now as hope and dream dies
You'll scream at your demise...

Precocious soul of the embryonic cell
To get some more by throb of your entrails

He get a grips
Squirming your grisly flesh
Split your skin and open inner gash

He as snug as a bug in a rug
Abserb the fragments of your soul
From there... inner womb

He get at grips
Squirming your grisly flesh
He take your soul
His power will win

Inner uterine obsorber of the soul
Master of suffering - invader of the soul

..numbness your lips in a prayer
Entreat about help in vain
The traces of former soul run low
In state of despair
You'll scream at your demise

Precocious soul of the embryonic cell
To get some more by throb of your entrails

He as snug as a bug in a rug
Abserb the fragments of your soul
From there... inner womb

He get at grips
Squirming your grisly flesh
He take your soul
Through the opened gash...

He take your soul
His power will win