Torn from the Womb lyrics

Drag the nuns from their rooms
It’s finally time to extract the bast*rds from their wombs
Their hands are bound and then they’re gagged for surgery
Punctured with a rusted blade, then I force my
Fingers in the wound
I stretch it till the flesh has torn; with my filthy hands I rip it more
The mother’s screams are muffled by the gag shoved down her throat
The tension builds as I unveil her uterus
Her anaesthesia is my c*ck
Convulsions overwhelm my patience - if
These persist ill have no choice but to kill her before she gives birth
What a f*cking shame
Death brings me joy, but I would rather see her suffer as I rip her bast*rd child from her womb
I press the blade to her throat
Dull and with crooked teeth, I begin to saw through her neck until I reach her spine
Now that she is dead, her body lays still
Now her unborn child is ready for extraction
I slice open the uterus and the placenta rushes out
Mixed with blood it pools in her gaping wound
This carcass c*cktail of placenta and blood is
Shared among assistants helping me birth the child
Once it’s gone, the severed uterus is bare and then the birth begins
I grab the child by his leg and rip him from the womb
His mother’s entrails pull out and spread upon the bed
I rape her body till she turns into a putrid heap, then I remove the umbilical cord
I cart the child down the hall to be classed and then sent to the nursery of rape