What do you think, my pretty Child?
What thoughts they've planted inside your aimless mind?
So silent...Will you ever sing a song
Of those who have no name and have no tounge.

The darkest tree of all had spread its roots,
A human flesh, organic Trash we'll use,
So make my brothers flee to save their souls
To loose my precious one I fear the most.

The Crime of Innocense, and Innocense of Crime,
Plug one more blade into the flesh o'mine,
Take all you need'and throw the rest to Lions,
The bigger's sacrifice -The higher's State of mind.