Born in darkness within the deepest depths
Where the wickedness of man has collected
Abomination, I am the bastard son of all of your sins
I am what you have made me
The filth that you'd thought you escaped
Conceived in pools of regret and shame
Do you feel the cold creeping up your spine?
Do you feel the blood stagnant in your veins?
Tell me are you afraid of death?
I am the famished, the barren, the loveless
I am the terror, the malice, I am hatred
I am what you have made me
The forsaken child of your disease
The wounds that mirror your rot
This is your pain you must now suffer
This is your fate to die in horror
Strung up and bearing my name
I am the famished, the barren, the loveless
I am the terror, the malice, I am hatred
Feel the embrace of crooked arms and jagged fingers
Look into my blackened eyes as the abyss that never dies
You are mine
Abomination, the bastard son of your sins
I am what you have made me
Abomination, the bastard son of your sins