Not In My Fucking Name
Vampiric Baptism
All silent is the room,
No stir of breath,
Save mine, as in the gloom
I sit alone with Death.
C:
Short life it had, the innocent,
Small child here lying dead,
Covered in shroud of white
The gore beneath too much to behold.
V:
Sweet infant, dead too soon,
Thou shalt no more behold
The face of sun or moon,
Or starlight clear and cold;
Bridge:
Seventy five years
The world did nothing.
Sacred land stained with blood
History will tell a dark tale
Out 1:
Small feet that nevermore
About the house shall run;
Torn apart by evil men with guns
