Cutdown

	There they all lay cut down
	Before their time you took them from
	From the mother before they gave
	The holy flower, the love we need
	Life itself now the mother comes
	With the hand, the hand of vengeance
	To take your life, you must die
	For the sins, there you are strung up to one
	Blood drips from the cuts made
	For the babies that you slayed
	Justice will be served to you on a platter
	Now death creeps upon your lifeless soul
	The mother takes it away forever
	You pay the price and you die