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Countless times I endured this ordeal, suffering true agony.

The shining eyes of a newborn child, the gate to innocence.

What kind of a god calls you before you're even born?

fly higher, my angel. Fly high to heaven's gate...

The bloodstained place is filled with amniotic fluid.

One more life is dripping through my hands.

I see The stillborn smile,

indicting me for playing God.

The silent screaming pricks my soul.

A repressed memory turns up on the surface.

The needle of despair awakes

The demon from its sleep.

Oh, hell’s path is made of tears,

flowing no from a mother's heart.

For all eternity, this sin preps on my soul

Fly higher, my angel. Fly high to heaven's gate

And hear my words of regret. Please spare that weakish soil

Forever and ever I am the Abortionist...

Damnation, unholy

Affection, bloodcurdling

Salvation, forsaken

Affliction, vanishing

My hands are shaking, the fetus is revealed.

blindly seeing the light of day. A warming smile adorns

the sallow face of innocence, a shadow of its former self.

For all eternity, this sin preys on my soul.

Fly higher, my angel. Fly high to heaven's gate

And hear my words of regret. Please spate that weakish soul.

Forever and ever I am the Abortionist...

I'm here,

Hear my voice...

Take my hand.

Have no fear...

Fly higher, my angel.

Fly high to heaven's gate…