Letra de The Massacre
Heavy street fighting

Been going on for days

Makeshift graves outside city limits

Filled with bodies of slaughtered people

Men, women, little children all dead



The massacre - why?

The massacre - why?



Eight month foetus

Sticking on a bayonet

Mother's just a piece of dead meat

Eight month foetus

Sticking on a bayonet

Mother's just a piece of dead meat



You murdered me with rope

You murdered me with guns too

You massacred whole families

And laughed throughout their pain



Repeat verses 1 & 3