Sons, weep in mothers arms / To the breast are clinging From that clutch, by fathers torn / And thrust into the blazing fields Cheeks still wet with cherubs tears / Across earth unscarred Heavy blades are drawn / Gouges, fathoms deep / Well with blood // Father's seed, Mother's seed / Seeds of war, seeds of lust Tears of pain / Seem as joyous rapture / We claw, we point At mutilated loins / Faces pushed into the soil, we are cleansed We are cleansed / In the clutch of oblivionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
