Gift Of Death

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.
The ones who've given up,
I hear them suffocate.
They are bloated,
A waste of life.
Release my hands,
It's a blessing.
Their eyes turn up,
Force mine down.
Release 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!
A gift is carved to hide to markings,
On palms. A mask could hide the 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.
The gift of death,
Is such a blessing for us.
Sacrifice!
Cut out my,
Wicked eyes.
Cut out my,
Wicked eyes.
Wicked eyes.