Текст песни Infantiphagia

Licking your son, your first-born, injuring tour womb

Nobody knows, if you have feelings, cuddling the corpse

Flesh colours fangs in your child, you show no mercy

Grinder... his feeble skull... languid... inlay the knives

Ravish... with rage from her entrails...

Caress... there is no time to regret

In the beginning, in your pregnancy, you were dreaming

With the birth, suddenly awake, in your entrails

A wicked woman, desirous of flesh, in a vortex of blood,

Her feelings forsaken faraway

Your child is screaming of pain,
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He has been damned to die,

His death will be your pleasure,

And your tears will be melted with blood

Unleashing your hate against your son

Summoning the force from fiends

[Lead guitar]

Still burn and spilling tears of hate

The fetus is soulless and stiff... rip!

Hussy despoiled of her seed, but is your work of art

Looking at the rotten corpse of your infant,

On the ground... on the ground