Cradle newborn ba*tard in hands that seep in sin, On looking through a crystal screen, The ba*tardiser grins, Soiling what was once a subtle and pure race, I embed myself within her And leae without a trace Engulf your frail existence, Rob you of your worth, Feel contaminated at the hour Of the ba*tard's birth, Screaming through a smoke screen Created by his breath, Experience the shock And the wrath of the ba*tard's threat ba*tard ba*tardiser, conceived in d**h, ba*tardiser, fear my threat ba*tardiser, conceived in d**h, ba*tardiser, fear my threat. Population rises As the ba*tards commence my reign, Blood replace raindrops, extirpate and main, Their sky becomes his eyes, Feeding from his vigor, Each one aims their weapon But it's him that pulls the trigger