In the world of distortions
Procreation our doom
Images set before us

Weigh false in truth

Swords from other lands

Are wet with blood
An enemy invades us
The great plague has come


Leaders of the twisted sect
Backwards in their love

Bind upon terrors chain
Shackles of the prophet's vision


The Plague of Procreation
The white satin blood
The Plague of Procreation

On Earth it is done

In a madman's deliverance

Destruction's fire
This drive inside our veins
Only fool's desire


Through shallow cities vast
Crying souls pray for death

Like ruins that never collapse
In the final face of regret