You are all that is disgusting And filthy of this world The bastard son of a whore Who led a thousand maniacs to her womb. To her womb! To her womb... I rid myself of the sewer swine And all that lies beneath I rid myself of death Which is far too lenient a task for thou thus deserving... Deserving death! I rid myself of the sewer swine And all that lies beneath I rid myself of death Which is far too lenient a task for thou thus deserving... Deserving death!