If my child should die before me
the sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling
horrific beyond restraint
Lord of the dance, lust is murder for this brave man
high, slaughtering general in a white feathered army
mort knows your name, his, before your time
I'd love to see you suffer, too much to be called a crime
The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling
you cannot even pray, for you have no god
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