Cuntcrusher Songtext / Lyric

The gears are set into place; the finals stages of purification are

nudged into motion by our pious Pope. The prevention of the second

coming of Christ is now drawing closer to completion. Dissolution of

component forces act together as one - a single congregation tied

together with one purpose in mind: The prevention of Christ's birth.

Dead are collected and piled to feed the flames of a furnace fire. The

day lit sky is now blackened by the infant ashes. As they rise they

bring us darkness, turning day to night. With the remnants of the

children burning, we begin the last stage. Surviving females are

loaded onto transports and then shipped to our parishes where they're

tagged, then stripped of their clothing, assigned numbers and then

taken to eugenic controlled concentration camps. This is where they

spend the rest of their pathetic lives. One by one the worms dry out

in the sun at the mercy of their new master. Their existence exhausts

itself without the ability to procreate. Seared onto their heads and

their hands is the mark of The Beast. This holy number, sacred in its

symbolism, now marks the doom of fertility. By the order of the Pope

we condemn them to be neutered with a machine devised to sterilize.

With a hundred tons of force, its name is The Cuntcrusher. Hooks

pierce through their feet, then suspends them upside down to be fed

into the side where they are conveyed to a press of blades. With their

legs pried open, their cunts align. At the flick of a switch they are

sterilized.