You are welcomed to the dying
The home of lies
Where they gather to the pest
In the world with no beauty
Your torture device
The Incubator
Nurse the wretched
Feed on Poison
You can smell the wicked
In black-out shade
Like monetary killing
A blood-soaked life
An outcast fetus
The cold womb
Uncanny sounds
Hear the absurd
No will to fall well
You are Born in Hell
No struggle to stand
Fall back to the ground
You see jet-black desire
And frozen caskets
Sky with no light
The chamber
Smiling infamy
Receipt for sorrow
A snail without a shell
You are Born in Hell
Beneath dignity to breed
Born in Hell
No sympathy to flee, as you plead
Born in Hell
Sacrifice, none will rise, as it dies
Born in Hell
On the cross, to prevail, you are a snail
Born in Hell
The frolic is a theater
With twisted minds
A moniker for the dead
Rotten holes in their head
So now you are born
The punishment
Take what you can
Greed controls the hand
No will to fall well
You are Born in Hell
A snail without a shell
You are Born in Hell
Another soul to sell
You are Born in Hell