Type O Negative - These Three Things
The child is torn from the womb unbaptised
There's no question it's infanticide
I'm guilty so therefore condemned
Destroying angels must come to an end
Now in Limbo deprived of paradise, not so nice…
Hey, hey, hey, hey…
Hey, hey, hey, hey…
At the end I'll escort you to Hell
The dark one's forces lock your flaming cell
To murder the one's unborn
The worst sin you've ever performed