Born in Sewage, Bred in Bile - Murder Squad

Bastard child of darkness, fire

Cold and cannibalism

I sit upon my throne of bone

While nuns devour my jism

Squads of murderous and blackened empty souls

Penetrate your mind and violate your holes

Born in sewage, bred in bile

And raised on tainted flesh

Teeth arot with epidermal

Victims banned to death

Your limbs are torn in two

Your brains are ground to stew

I feed upon your fear

You pray, your ass I spear

Lust engulf my bloodies eyes

And drives my quest to kill

My skin it crawls with mottled mites

My screams of torture shrill