The season to harvest the unborn & pue
Reunite the children of war
Take command of spirits at birth
Put your spells on the already cursed
Walk on through the entrance
To life is poor existence
C´mon in to my world
Engage the world your battle
In times of the weak diversity
We shall unite & become like one
Smth comes creeping out
From the underworld domains
I am touched by the devil
Or am I losing my mind
The voices inspire me to suffocate
I´m the one, the unborn child
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