Infantiphagia

Licking your son, your first-born, injuring tour wombNobody knows, if you have feelings, cuddling the corpseFlesh colours fangs in your child, you show no mercyGrinder... his feeble skull... languid... inlay the knivesRavish... with rage from her entrails...caress... there is no time to regretIn the beginning, in your pregnancy, you were dreamingWith the birth, suddenly awake, in your entrailsA wicked woman, desirous of flesh, in a vortex of blood,her feelings forsaken farawayYour child is screaming of pain,he has been damned to die,his death will be your pleasure,and your tears will be melted with bloodUnleashing your hate against your sonSummoning the force from fiends[Lead guitar]Still burn and spilling tears of hateThe fetus is soulless and stiff... rip!!!Hussy despoiled of her seed, but is your work of artLooking at the rotten corpse of your infant,on the ground... on the ground