Record what transpired Don't let those who follow, deduce in strain Let the disc illustrate, why our children's bones are flayed Our axes fell not in vein
When the water retreated, star shaped stomachs remained Digesting those too slow The rest were simply maimed
Sadistic spines on hellacious hides A sting would mean, extra arms growing from your sides
Ceremoniously, we severed each ill placed limb And buried them deep, so as not to crawl again
Let the disc serve as warning Never unearth these graves For I fear our progeny, would sprout from the remainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
