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Deify, this malignant seed is conceived.

Invocation, blessed are the sacraments received.

Embrace the need, invert the cross.

The time is here, the rite of birth.

Trapped inside a contracting womb.

Slowly devours her inner strength.

Feeding off a weakening soul, an urge for power.

I use no restraint.

Extracted from the womb. (x2)

With this birth you'll find faith his mark is clear, 666.

Ripping at your withered flesh.

Torn by cesarean birth.

The womb is split from end to end.

The fetus is now alive.

Rising from its withered host.

The lambs blood drawn in vain.

The guff of souls is empty now.

The last child is born dead.

(Solo: Steve, Kerry)