Born in the Coffin Lyrics

Sins' wreath surrounds my head
In my embrace - old, sickly flesh

Underground the foetus lies in mum
Stinking gas and b*****, rotting pus
Burning corpse, small body in decay
No soul, no name, no words for pray
When day collides with night
We come in human mind
Take Spade, night will protect us
Let's see dead, pregnant bride
Open lid, wade in swamp of blood
Look at fate, at mucous infant's corpse