In the world of distortions  Procreation our doom  Images set before us  Weigh false in truth  Swords from other lands  Are wet with blood  An enemy invades us  The great plague has come  Leaders of the twisted sect  Backwards in their love  Bind upon terrors chain  Shackles of the prophet's vision  Chorus:  The Plague of Procreation  The white satin blood  The Plague of Procreation  On Earth it is done  In a madman's deliverance  Destruction's fire  This drive inside our veins  Only fool's desire  Through shallow cities vast  Crying souls pray for death  Like ruins that never collapse  In the final face of regret