Songtext von Intense Infanticide

Chaotic violence in new dimensions Acts creating fatalities The insane plague burns the brain White galleries become the targets Maniacs hungry for life Miserable, bastards, despite of heart Proud of their cruel mission Kill, kill, only kill! Their victims are innocent an new-born children The butchers kill and cut them off I have something to say It's worth never been born 'Cause in the white gallery The butcher will wait for you Fast movements, one more victim Blood on his hands State of excitement He's a cureless maniac Today is not allowed to be born Because of the intense infanticide Abominable murders And the world turns to the other side Brutal crime, intense horror I wish I'll never be there Well-judged thoughts