The Child of Mandragora

Broken neck of the head
Fallen in drops, sperm of the dead
Black earth eternal tomb
Dark soil bastard womb
Death spawns life parallel rebirth
No time to live violent death
Die slow from your first breath
Evil fate, your father's death
In the deep caverns of the earth
Engraved stillborn in this hearse
No emotions to feel
No eyes to see
Disgusting roots
Existence deformed
Suspended between death and life
Punished betrayed for father's crime
You will always seem to be
Child of the earth, child of sin