Pregnant Of Taubaté 666

Folkslave

Compositor: Johnny Blaze; Folkslave

The day has come, it’s time to give birth
The people are gathered, what a fucking curse!
Doctor is praying, priest’s on his knees
But they don’t know, it’s Satan’s disease!
Her belly is twitching, the skin starts to tear
She screams in pain, gasping for air!
Then a rotten hand rips through the womb
Grabs the doctor’s throat— boom! Blood doom!

They gave her diapers, they gave her cash
Every cent was a ritual batch!
She screamed loud, the world shook
And Hell itself screamed: Now you're fucked!

Pregnant of Taubaté 666! (Hail Satan!)
The Horsemen are born, ripping their way out!
Pregnant of Taubaté 666! (Hail Satan!)
She exploded in blood, now there’s no way out!

First came Famine, sucking the cord
Draining her blood straight from the source!
Then came Pestilence, rotting and vile
Spewing disease all over the aisle!
War was next, slashing a nurse
Split a priest in half, making it worse!
Last came Death, a corpse with a knife
Ripped out her soul, ending her life!

They gave her diapers, they gave her cash
Every cent was a ritual batch!
She exploded, the ground fell
And the whole fucking world went to hell

Pregnant of Taubaté 666! (Hail Satan!)
The Horsemen are born, ripping their way out!
Pregnant of Taubaté 666! (Hail Satan!)
She exploded in blood, now there’s no way out!

The world is burning, the plague is spreading
Children screaming, bodies shredding!
The rich are melting, politicians ablaze
The Pope is crying as he’s ripped apart!
(Hahahaha! Hell fucking won!)

Pregnant of Taubaté 666! (Hail Satan!)
The Horsemen are born, ripping their way out!
Pregnant of Taubaté 666! (Hail Satan!)
She exploded in blood, now there’s no way out!