The navel string is a galled rope
You're hanging in the womb
A cell hallowed your mother
Your birth is so close
She will be purified and
Consecrated by your blood
When you'll be born
Your death is so close
The navel string is a galled rope
You're hanging in the womb
A cell hallowed your mother
Your birth is so close
She will be purified and
Consecrated by your blood
When you'll be born
Your death is so close