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"Rebirth By Blasphemy" lyrics

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"Rebirth By Blasphemy"

Shooting out into the axe wound, a life begins
Forced through a pulsating slit, no one wins
Tormentation breeds schizolation and gives false hope
To exist and survive or hang from a rope
Reborn in blood, return to innocence
Reason of insanity, rebirth by blasphemy
Rebirth by blasphemy
Screams heard inside the womb, don't let me out
Leave me forgotten in flesh without sound
Destination pure annihilation for the breeding dead
Vaginal coffins grip will sink like lead

Reborn in blood, return to innocence
Reason of insanity, rebirth by blasphemy
Rebirth by blasphemy

Reborn in blood, return to innocence
Reason of insanity, rebirth by blasphemy
Rebirth by blasphemy

Rebirth by blasphemy
Rebirth by blasphemy


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album: "Rebirth By Blasphemy" (2020)
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