Cutdown - Bongzilla

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