Proclimations of Ritual Infanticide

I know that I'm not insane

but the voices they won't go away

I've murdered to ease the pain

but by nightfall they're back again

the ritual drives back the demons in my head

their voices can't haunt me, not once they're dead

this dagger in my hand the key to the silence

left not alone, tiny dead taint the ground

(chorus)

never- never to feel joy

silence- I'll not be their toy

killing- it's always the same

tell me- have I gone insane

I think that you think that I am to blame

but you won't think at all once I've smashed in your face

their skulls make the alter and you're the centerpiece

and like all of them, your breathing will cease

(chorus)