Slavechild 
Av: Marcus Frödin

 
 
1. Oh my simple slavechild,
You were born in to damnation.
The wind was never so mild,
Spawned outside His creation.
The grace you never felt
The pain and torture of your soul
Born into damnation
You weren't meant as a ghoul

 
 
2. Trying to run away
Seeking comfort within me
If only my intentions were good
Don't think I'll set you free!

 
 
3. You live through me,
You breath through me.
Now hear my commands,
and Bleed For Me

 
 
4. Suffer for me for I am your lord
Disgusting filth, you are my hoard
You little child I lack all respect
Seek love, and find hatred and neglect