Psyclon Nine - Lamb of God

The children suffer underneath a cold black sky
A testament to their heathen destruction
Broken teeth on blood soaked soil
From the smiles of religious seduction

Wretched disease only foreplay to pain
Your fates pre-ordained
Broken soul of a time before time
Put to death but I cannot die

Refuse called from a life in anguish
Spreading disease to kill the sacred Lamb of God