We are the dogs, beaten without any remorse Skies fill wells with songs of sorrow Drink from them and become the beast Dying mothers will leave behind A filth unlike any other Father favours his second life Filthy beasts are left behind Last cradled by her dead hands Your wretched flesh must be unborn Knife from my sleeve Lying children chained and bare Like a pack of wild dogs Do our children burn like trees Their many tears become the leaves Change your human form Hunted like the filth you are Now open palms to dagger's touch Fill the basins with unborn flesh Tie my bones to the trees and weep red There a creature carrying spines and black eyes He's only given a bed to die in He is without a soul And returns to a place of exile His skin will be hacked by his own hand He is a son without a father The son burns like a tree And is given no name I will weep beneath his bones You killed this child without remorse So now kill meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
