I cannot count the number you'll reproduce From the violation, an art that is ages old One thing is all I have left to give to you My seed, and the birth will follow suit Heart, I'll have your heart They'll rip your heart from you And throw it on the ground I have seen all of your petty crosses tonight They'll never stop the likes of me Her belly grows and she begins to scream in agony Her vagina splits, and her offspring drop to the floor Blood, I want what's owed me Blood, I'll have what's owed me There is a shadow, and it's moving in the dark Moving silently, until it can taste its prey It is upon her now, her eyes are horrorstruck Blood, I have my blood It's in her breat, it's flowing fresh for me Morbid nourishment One, that's all she's had Wait there's one more, wait, there's two more. Heart, I'll have your heart They'll rip your heart from you And throw it on the ground Now that you have finished giving birth You're the mother of mans downfall Blood spurts from the gaping wound that used to be her breast Cry out, that breath will be your last Heart for a heart Heart for a heart Dying now the who*e looks for us But we're not there anymore