Paroles de In The Way Of The Soul

Without conscience or mercy Dive in cold irons Poor womb chamber, They look for a being in development, They want to destroy life foetus Little hands, showing horror, The soul's cruelty, Little voices Unbearable buzzing, This is a crime To destroy with criminal hands, And how many were the victims Everything is so bewildered Voices ask for mercy, So many, uncountable Little hands, showing horror, The soul's cruelty, Little voices Unbearable buzzing, This is a crime