A torrid hate
Raises a stench
A dreadful pain
In time and space

Deceitful life for everyone
Defeated souls in any time
Dispersed ashes in the sea
Tortured children - Birthmachine

Born - Tortured children - Dead

Every human attribute
(Was) killed by mental solitude

The torrid hate raises a stench
Like the cocaine in their mind
Tortured children so alive
Old enough for suicide

Every human attribute
Was killed by mental solitude

Beget child in love and hate
The glory blessing of this world
Elevated young and innocent
Our tortured children born again

Help them now in every time
Creation of this perfect world
Infected broods arrival is near
Our poisoned children born again

Every human attribute
Was killed by mental solitude

Our poisoned children born again
In tortured children - birthmachine