Infant Annihilator - Cuntcrusher

The gears are set into place
The finals stages of purification are nudged into motion by our pious pope
The prevention of the second coming of Christ is now drawing closer to completion

Dissolution of component forces act together as one - a single congregation
Tied together with one purpose in mind
The prevention of Christ's birth

Dead are collected and piled to feed the flames of a furnace fire
The day lit sky is now blackened by the infant ashes
As they rise they bring us darkness, turning day to night

With the remnants of the children burning, we begin the last stage
Surviving females are loaded onto transports and then shipped to our parishes
Where they're tagged, then stripped of their clothing
Assigned numbers and then taken to eugenic controlled concentration camps

This is where they spend the rest of their pathetic lives
One by one the worms dry out in the Sun at the mercy of their new master

Their existence exhausts itself without the ability to procreate
Seared onto their heads and their hands is the mark of the beast
This holy number, sacred in its symbolism, now marks the doom of fertility
By the order of the pope we condemn them to be neutered
With a machine devised to sterilize
With a hundred tons of force, its name is the cunt crusher
Hooks pierce through their feet, then suspends them upside down
To be fed into the side where they are conveyed to a press of blades
With their legs pried open, their cunts align
At the flick of a switch, they are sterilized