Slaughter the children, to protect the father 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 in the hole The gift of death is such a blessing for us 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