Genocide for your crimes

Slaughter them, I want piece of mind

Holy wars, protect your whores

I want their blood to be satisfied

On with the War, Bring Infanticide

Slaying the Hordes keeps them occupied

Preparing the youth to be sacrificed

I am the truth; heed my word or die

Live to die, breathe the lies

Only their pride makes them glad to die

Born for War, breed some more

Keep them from roaming the streets at Night

Shape their lives with our world vision

Make them kill without decision

Across the world with foul precision

Their lives serve our cold vision

The hand of cruel infliction Lied

Children die

From our own lies

Infanticide

They fight for power and greed

They slaughter all that they see

They are our children; we want them to die

Their masters are insane

Controlling them for their own gain

They are our children; we want them to die

The war machine has been trained

Born to kill and be slain

They are our children; we want them to die

Protecting land where they came

To fight the war that they made

They are our children; we want them to die