We are the children of death
Nailed to the cross
We have nothing left
You try to see but you have no eyes
And when you feast you feast on flies
For when you speak you tell only lies
Wallow in the shit that falls from the sky
With every breathe we pray for death. x2
We are the children of death
Nailed to the cross
We have nothing left
You try to see but you have no eyes
And when you feast you feast on flies
For when you speak you tell only lies
Wallow in the shit that falls from the sky
X2