Slaughter of their being
I hear the voices of the night
For their calling out to me
They waste away in the day light
Slaughter of their being
I hear the voices of the night for their calling out to me
They waste away in the day light
As they hang from the gallows
The children hang with open eyes
Of disgust crying out to me
But fortune is only for fallen kings
Their determined to see
Their treasure reaps
Abundant immortality
Some day they will close their eyes
Until they see the glory they have all died for
As they hang in objection to us
Someday their eyes will close
To see the bounty weighed on their heads
Clenching on to life
Holding on to all they hoped and dreamed
They bought all their eyes
As their poisoned confessionals fall to the ground
They see their love swinging and hanging there
They lay their children on the alter of sacrifice
To the God of their pride
They lay their children down
To petition the God of their pride