In the silence of the waters of womb
And from the cemetary
There are angels calling for life
In the silence of dawn, the cry is heard
An innocent life being ripped out
Pit for the angels open every day
They don`t know what happened
They only feel pain, and rejection
And they hear someone saying: he died
Fetus thrown in toilets by murderers
Who think they`ll clean,
Their concious by flushing them
The corpse is looking at you, and maybe asking
What would your mother do in your place
Torment without reason, death without a cause
Innocent lives taken from a craddle
And put into a coffin
Life treated without value,
To the poit of finding it;
Thrown in a trash can
We have no right, to take their lives
Let them live so that, they can open their eyes
Solo: Willian
Killer mother, the remorse will hunt you
For the rest of your life
After the ovule was fecunded, it`s already a living being
It`s already decendent that you`ve killed
Torment without reason, death without a cause
Innocent lives taken from a craddle
And put into a coffin
Life treated without valve,
To the poit of finding it;
Thrown in a trash can
We have no right, to take their lives
Let them live so that, they can open their eyes
Butcher doctor, flesh and blood
They can redeem you, if you repent and stop
Stop digging pit for the angels
