[Lyrics by Galder]      The season to harvest the unborn and pue   Reunite the children of war   Take command of spirits at birth   Put your spells on the already cursed   Walk on through the entrance   To life's poor existence   Come on in to my world   Engage the world your battle   In times of the weak diversity   We shall unite and become like one   Something comes creeping out   From the underworld domains   I'm touched by the devil   Or am I losing my mind   The voices inspire me to suffocate   I am the one, the unborn child