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
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!

The gift of death is such a blessing for us

Sacrifice!

Cut out my wicked eyes
Wicked eyes