Torn from the womb Dying in this tomb Torn... Bred just to die We are torn from the womb Slowly to decay Till we meet our doom Everything is bleak Shroud of black hangs over Preparing to enter our graves
Torn from the womb Dying in this tomb Torn... Bred just to die We are torn from the womb Slowly to decay Till we meet our doom Everything is bleak Shroud of black hangs over Preparing to enter our graves