Slaughter the children To protect the father! Slaughter the children To protect the father!
The blood to water The blood to water
Aware inside my body Trapped in a pool of blood I dig my fingers in the open sores Of the ones who've given up I hear them suffocate They are bloated, a waste of life Relax my hands, it's a blessing Their eyes turn up, I force mine down Relax my hands, it's a blessing Their eyes turn up, I force mine down in the hole
The gift of death is such a blessing for us!
Cut out my wicked eyes Cut out my wicked eyes Gift of death!
Cut out my wicked eyes! A gift is carved to hide the markings on palms A mask could hide thy father Blood to water, blood to water
Sacrifice like you do your daughters Blood to water, blood to water Their eyes turn up, I force mine down!