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We are the dogs, beaten without any remorseSkies fill wells with songs of sorrowDrink from them and become the beastDying mothers will leave behindA filth unlike any otherFather favours his second lifeFilthy beasts are left behindLast cradled by her dead handsYour wretched flesh must be unbornKnife from my sleeveLying children chained and bareLike a pack of wild dogsDo our children burn like treesTheir many tears become the leavesChange your human formHunted like the filth you areNow open palms to dagger's touchFill the basins with unborn fleshTie my bones to the trees and weep redThere a creature carrying spines and black eyesHe's only given a bed to die inHe is without a soulAnd returns to a place of exileHis skin will be hacked by his own handHe is a son without a fatherThe son burns like a treeAnd is given no nameI will weep beneath his bonesYou killed this child without remorseSo now kill me From Letras Mania