Bishop Heidnik

Black - Slow

I prowl the streets

I drive around looking for my,

My new birthing partner

Someone to expand my genes

They'll house my seed

Become a part of me

The mother's to army of Heidnik blood

I found you. You're my next mate

Electroshock and dog food will put you in a perfect state

Because you see you are a womb

Your fertile pussy will now make a perfect tomb

No need to worry

You're not alone

I'll get bored with you and go find another one

You are all,

You're all my slaves

Nothing but worthless cunts

Here to exist as my birth machines

Create my race - my blood's divine

CHained and shackled to the pipes

I find it intoxicating as you plead for life

Keep screaming, No one will hear

And even if they do nobdoy around here really cares

Your fucking shrills. They make me thrive

Keep it up instead of birthing, you're gonna die

Disobey and you will see

What the wrath of God has bestowed upon me yeah

United Church of the Ministers of God

You are all my collected congregation

So now you, you want me to defy?

I've dug this hole now jump down inside

All three, all three of you will feel God's wrath

Soaking wet embrace electricity

As it strikes your chains now she's not moving

A floating corpse I need to get rid of the body

Now she's dead - uncooperative - proved to disobey

Took her body in my Rolls and dumped it in New Jersey

Second one that was hung by her lonesome wrist

Cut up with my power saw and grinded into bits

Served with dog food

Heidnik