The Massacre Testo

Testo The Massacre

Heavy street fighting

Been going on for days

Makeshift graves outside city limits

Filled with bodies of slaughtered people

Men, women, little children all dead


The massacre - why?

The massacre - why?



Eight month foetus

Sticking on a bayonet

Mother's just a piece of dead meat

Eight month foetus

Sticking on a bayonet

Mother's just a piece of dead meat


You murdered me with rope

You murdered me with guns too

You massacred whole families

And laughed throughout their pain



Repeat verses 1 & 3