Deserving Death - Detonation

You are all that is disgusting

And filthy of this world

The bastard son of a whore

Who led a thousand maniacs to her womb

To her womb!

To her womb…

I rid myself of the sewer swine

And all that lies beneath

I rid myself of death

Which is far too lenient a task for thou thus deserving…

Deserving death!

I rid myself of the sewer swine

And all that lies beneath

I rid myself of death

Which is far too lenient a task for thou thus deserving…

Deserving death!