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Into the sickroom... Surely meet unpleasant death Into the sickroom... Stench of death is everywhere Oh no! Oh no! Into the sickroom... Many others are with you Into the sickroom... Instigation of the truth Dubitandum! Dubitandum! In a pale, darkened room, Gathered beings circle you, Saffron robes to the few, With black souls truly impure Does the floor, mark the scare Of the butchered ones before Candles blaze, in the dark, And the walls painted black!! Agony, strikes your soul, As your mind reflects the past, The same men, in the robes, Chained you once to the floor... Is the child, of the goat, Forced for hours into you. Purify the womb from the filth Where all tribe laid its seed Letras de cancionesMust accept this condition, Incubating for malediction, In your womb, the one chosen, to be... Executed!!!!!! Pitiful fate Is this lords creation??? Reject awful sensation! Into the sickroom... life disperses fast Into the sickroom... Unmask the treasures of death Into the sickroom.... Into the sickroom.... Into the sickroom... listen as death becomes near Into the sickroom... stench and a dark atmosphere. They open your womb The child comes out There's no escape from this pain Life gives you no choice Mercy is not what life is about...no... Horrendous creation Death is carnation Fetus execution Why???????? After the birth Into the flames Burning the child in rituals insane Chewing the flesh with the grains! Satan take this as a holy gift! Satan take this as a holy gift! The seeds of hate are spread with filth The breed from hell will die in grief. Into the sickroom, life disperses fast Into the sickroom, unmask the treasures of death From Letras Mania