The season to harvest the unborn and pue

Reunite the children of war

 [bad word] of spirits at birth

Put your spells on the already cursed

Walk on through the entrance

To life's poor existence
 [bad word] on in to my world

Engage the world your battle

In times of the weak diversity

We shall unite and [bad word] like one

 [bad word] creeping out

From the underworld domains

I'm touched by the devil

Or am I losing my mind

The voices inspire me to suffocate

I am the one, the unborn child