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