Lullaby

Rotten little bodies 
Stink in the gutter 
Covered with pus and lees 
Stinking like prey with millions 
Worms in the entrails 
They're the sons 
Of profane women 
Whores bitchs 
Sons of a bitch 
I sing you this lullaby 
Fuck of all those 
Who don't wanna help 
Money commands all the sences 
With sawyer tears all the boys 

Black goat stares at us anxious 
For our souls 
Pentagram attract us 
Let's go to hell with Satan 
The black goat with pentagram 
In the hell will help us 
Smile... don't cry