Cuntcrusher

The gears are set into place

The finals stages of purification are nudged into motion by our pious pope

The prevention of the second coming of Christ is now drawing closer to completion

Dissolution of component forces act together as one - a single congregation

Tied together with one purpose in mind

The prevention of Christ's birth

Dead are collected and piled to feed the flames of a furnace fire

The day lit sky is now blackened by the infant ashes

As they rise they bring us darkness, turning day to night

With the remnants of the children burning, we begin the last stage

Surviving females are loaded onto transports and then shipped to our parishes

Where they're tagged, then stripped of their clothing

Assigned numbers and then taken to eugenic controlled concentration camps

This is where they spend the rest of their pathetic lives

One by one the worms dry out in the Sun at the mercy of their new master

Their existence exhausts itself without the ability to procreate

Seared onto their heads and their hands is the mark of the beast

This holy number, sacred in its symbolism, now marks the doom of fertility

By the order of the pope we condemn them to be neutered

With a machine devised to sterilize

With a hundred tons of force, its name is the cunt crusher

Hooks pierce through their feet, then suspends them upside down

To be fed into the side where they are conveyed to a press of blades

With their legs pried open, their cunts align

At the flick of a switch, they are sterilized