Letra de Obscene as Cancer
What lying shit will be said Children guaranteed glory in death Sweet and fitting in their tombs they rest Squandered youth for the old terrorBlood-shod, all blindIn all my dreams (They were fucking children) Before my helpless sight He plunges at me Guttering, choking, drowningHow familiar [?] blood The converted terror moves closer to carnage Secret nobility and gilded deceit The poison bringing composure at lastHis hanging face Like a devil's sick of sinIn all my dreams (They were fucking children) Before my helpless sight He plunges at me Guttering, choking, drowningIn all my dreams Before my helpless sight He plunges at me In all my dreams (They were fucking children) Before my helpless sight He plunges at me Guttering, choking, drowning