Paroles: They Feed At Night. Wombs Of The Molested.

Dark, shadowless figure
A place where light never reaches
Blood on this erection
A labyrinth of slaughtered wombs

Slaughtered wombs

The figure will never reach the light

Erection in the womb, blood on your child
I search through the labyrinth
Uncovering a molested specie

Please molest me