The navel string is a galled rope You're hanging in the womb A cell hallowed your mother Your birth is so close She will be purified and Consecrated by your blood When you'll be born Your death is so close
The navel string is a galled rope You're hanging in the womb A cell hallowed your mother Your birth is so close She will be purified and Consecrated by your blood When you'll be born Your death is so close