Obscene as Cancer

What lying shit will be said
 Children guaranteed glory in death
 Sweet and fitting in their tombs they rest
 Squandered youth for the old terror
 Blood-shod, all blind
 In all my dreams
 (They were fucking children)
 Before my helpless sight
 He plunges at me
 Guttering, choking, drowning
 How familiar [?] blood
 The converted terror moves closer to carnage
 Secret nobility and gilded deceit
 The poison bringing composure at last
 His hanging face
 Like a devil's sick of sin
 In all my dreams
 (They were fucking children)
 Before my helpless sight
 He plunges at me
 Guttering, choking, drowning
 In all my dreams
 Before my helpless sight
 He plunges at me
 In all my dreams
 (They were fucking children)
 Before my helpless sight
 He plunges at me
 Guttering, choking, drowning