This Morbid Child Lyrics

“It has been one year today… one year today that my child was born from death, one year today that I have murdered in order for my son to live.
And now, tonight at midnight I must do it again. In order to appease that dark slithering thing that lurks in the shadows, I must kill again for my son to live another year…
My poor “coffin born” child, my morbid child.”

MORBID CHILD

Born from death, rot and decay, a grotesque monstrosity
Unnatural abomination of life, contorted features, such a sight
Its face a ghastly thing to behold, his flesh and skin is even cold.
This skeletal baby turned homicidal, death gives life to this child!
This morbid child!
It spills blood to survive; each death is a year alive!
Kept from dying, rot and decay! By lost necromantic ways!
Chthonian spells, geometric design will keep this creature locked inside.
His father will to maintain its life shall build a place to hide it from sight.
The pile of corpses it shall defile, to bring life to this child!
This morbid child!
It spills blood to survive; each death is a year alive!
It spills blood to survive; each death gives a life!
It kills in different ways, no death, the same!