Morbid Angel - Piles Of Little Arms

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They’ve come to bring us gifts
They’ve come to make us whole
They’ve come to bring us God
Their gift of Heaven
They’ve come to make us civil
Their gifts as ransom
Their God comes with a cost
We must give up all
For prayers in a foreign tongue
To a foreign throne
Erase our traditions
Erase our way of being
Erase our elders' teachings
Erase, replace these ways
Generations of wisdom
In exchange for ransom
Your God comes with a cost
A cost to us all
Prayers in a foreign tongue to
A God unknown
From demons, you will never see
Prayers that will save your soul
Blessed are the children
We have come to save them all