Gift of Death Songtext
von iwrestledabearonce

Slaughter the children
To protect the father
Slaughter the children
To protect the father
The blood to water
The blood to water
Aware inside my body
Trapped in a pool of blood I dig my fingers in the open sores of the ones who′ve given up
I hear them suffocate
They are bloated, a waste of life
Relax my hands, it's a blessing
Their eyes turn up, I force mine down
Relax my hands, it′s a blessing
Their eyes turn up, I force mine down in the hole
The gift of death is such a blessing for us

Cut out my wicked eyes
Cut out my wicked eyes

Gift of death

Cut out my wicked eyes


A gift is carved to hide the markings on palms
A mask could hide the father
Blood to water
Blood to water
Sacrifice like you do your daughters
Blood to water
Blood to water

Their eyes turn up, I force mine down
The gift of death is such a blessing for us
Sacrifice
Cut out my wicked eyes
Wicked eyes