| Ruins of monuments and foetal carcasses line the continents | 
| Continuously crawling from the mouth of the abyss, my minions, viciously | 
| ingesting | 
| They have come to conquer the cunt and slay the offspring | 
| Harvesting the land of putridity, harnessing its treacherous essence | 
| Aroused by the extermination: I, the apocalypse inseminator | 
| Bow to my infestation; | 
| the era of infant annihilation | 
| The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon | 
| The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness | 
| The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains | 
| Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers | 
| Perched upon my throne, foetal limbs falling from my teeth | 
| Slaved harlots by my side sliding down my colossal cock | 
| The conveyor belt descending the monolithic manor bearing the birthspawn of I | 
| The Elysian Grandeval Galèriarch | 
| Perched upon my throne, foetal limbs falling from my teeth | 
| The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains | 
| Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers | 
| The last great pharaoh to this bloodline of rape | 
| A ruinous prophecy of blasphemous paedophilic triumph | 
| We freely fondle and defile the desperate descendants | 
| The angelic servants disfigured and maimed beyond all recognition or hope | 
| Behold these fragile boys… | 
| They have seen too few winters to form their own regret | 
| But their pain and desperation is hideously apparent | 
| The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon | 
| The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness | 
| Behold — Blasphemian | 
| Infant annihilation |