We fall Victim to the arrow's thrust No plate that covers chest Shields this bastard child The brother's sister bare him Young enough to climb the walls Old enough to never fall He is pushed by the immoral And handed to his death Forbidden from nature with Too light of eyes, too pale of skin Incestuous sights will carry Across each household of the north Winter sets in freezing brittle bones Children hold no regard in this age of silence They eat the meat of the dog, skin the fur of bear What torment do we share It is the fall of night Bringing the still of eyes It is the walker's tongue Ripping out our lies Many sons will die For human nature's crimes Strangle the children Die Strangle children 'til eyes bleed Mother takes the caps of knees The bastard son encounters each of his graves With a calm eyes and steady hand Gutting this child of innocence When did it come to this point of repulsion This is our torment
