The day had come and the abomination was about to be born
Not knowing if I was the father my mind was torn
A decision was made, attend the birth and kill it at dawn
At midnight it arrived
The moon was full this winternight
and shined upon the spawn
By first sight I relized that there was
no need for murder at dawn
The newborn wasn't mine,
I could tell from it's smell
Stillborn child, dead it entered this world
In the womb
It had died
Still I knew that
It wasn't my child
The whore who gave birth
To an illegitimate son
Upon the sight
She started to cry
The fetus didn't move as it was dropped to the floor
It didn't look like a baby but a spawn of gore
The hazardous stench made the ground turn green
The whole thing was rather obscene
I laughed at the slut
I wasn't the one
This wasn't my son
Vile, vile woman, unfaithful you were
Fucking with a corpse gave you what you deserved
Now smell the stench, the stench of your son
Before he comes alive you'd better start to run
I laughed at the slut
I wasn't the one
Her end has begun
