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What Grows In Her Womb
I am pregnant with the devil, he will be reborn as a baby
there isn't a holy book that can save me
he is growing inside
there's nowhere for humanity to hide
I can feel him scratching at my womb
soon the earth will become a tomb
he shall be born on the 6th day
no one will get away
he will crave your blood from his first breath
he will reek of evilness and death
his name will hurt your ears
his presence will instill fear
he is almost ready to be born
when that happens the world will be filled with scorn
he is not human he will never be a real child
he has no soul he is the purest type of wild
he will fear no one or nothing
you can try but you wont be able to stop a thing
on the darkest night the king shall be reborn
on that night the angels of darkness will blow their horns
there isn't a holy book that can save me
he is growing inside
there's nowhere for humanity to hide
I can feel him scratching at my womb
soon the earth will become a tomb
he shall be born on the 6th day
no one will get away
he will crave your blood from his first breath
he will reek of evilness and death
his name will hurt your ears
his presence will instill fear
he is almost ready to be born
when that happens the world will be filled with scorn
he is not human he will never be a real child
he has no soul he is the purest type of wild
he will fear no one or nothing
you can try but you wont be able to stop a thing
on the darkest night the king shall be reborn
on that night the angels of darkness will blow their horns
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