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Cradle newborn bastard in hands that seep in sin, On looking through a crystal screen, The bastardiser 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 bastard's birth, Screaming through a smoke screen Created by his breath, Experience the shock And the wrath of the bastard's threat BASTARD Bastardiser, conceived in death, Bastardiser, fear my threat Bastardiser, conceived in death, Bastardiser, fear my threat. Population rises As the bastards 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 From Letras Mania