Circle Of Dead Children

It's A Bloody Day When You Get Your Hand Nailed To A Kross

Circle Of Dead Children


We were not born into sin 
We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless 
traditionalism 
shaped into the guise of human nature 
Human nature is a self-fulfilling slaughterhouse 
and we must resist the simplicity of existing as a simple human 
A shred of salvation is the mission of the pigs 
The trusting pigs and the man-made ghost 
Linked by susceptibility and ignorance 
Morality is synthetic 
Human nature is pathetic 
Embrace the mythos 
Embrace the lie 
Morality is synthetic 
Human nature is pathetic 
You want your cross and you will receive it 
A cross for every pig Squeal on the cross as I drive a single spike through 
your skull 
Hammering as the pigs of Faith squeal 
The prayers of tradition silenced by the howls of crucified holy 
Destroy the mythos 
Destroy the lie 
Destroy the pigs 
Hammer out life 
Hammering - bleeding the pigs 
Hammering - bleeding the pigs