Torn From The Womb Songtext / Lyric

Drag the nuns from their rooms. It's finally time to extract the

bastards from their wombs. Their hands are bound and then they're

gagged for surgery. Punctured with a rusted blade, then I force my

fingers in the wound. I stretch it till the flesh has torn; with my

filthy hands I rip it more. The mother's screams are muffled by the

gag shoved down her throat. The tension builds as I unveil her uterus.

Her anaesthesia is my cock. Convulsions overwhelm my patience - if

these persist ill have no choice but to kill her before she gives

birth. What a fucking shame. Death brings me joy, but I would rather

see her suffer as I rip her bastard child from her womb. I Press the

blade to her throat. Dull and with crooked teeth, I begin to saw

through her neck until I reach her spine. Now that she is dead her

body lays still. Now her unborn child is ready for extraction. I slice

open the uterus and the placenta rushes out. Mixed with blood it pools

in her gaping wound. This carcass cocktail of placenta and blood is

shared among assistants helping me birth the child. Once it's gone the

severed uterus is bare and then the birth begins. I grab the child by

his leg and rip him from the womb. His mother's entrails pull out and

spread upon the bed. I rape her body till she turns into a putrid

heap, then I remove the umbilical cord. I cart the child down the hall

to be classed and then sent to the nursery of rape.