Shut up, hold your tongue They must rest in silence It's the rebirth of the unborn Tonight is the night The spirits of the unborn will play tonight The unborn
Lana Bogan; music by James Seals, 1974) From the album UNBORN CHILD (1974). Oh little baby, you'll never cry, nor will you hear a sweet lullabye. Oh unborn
lasts forever? Did you see me reaching out from Never Never Land? The kingdom of the blind, the damned; a bitter man; an also-ran. The ghosts of unborn
Smell the stench of the human flesh See the bodies so rotten The broken arms and the broken legs No chance to get away from them A lonely girl standing
child forget me Why'd a mans own father blow these Heartstrings away Thrice have I called for blood I want the undead child Why wouldn't fate let this unborn
are prepearing This surifice must be done Full-moon is approaching Red virgin-blood will be spiled. Tou are prepearing for the great moment The unborn
The Bruts who have taken from their own lifes the enjoyment Are disposing of other lives now! Yes, they do it. It's a pity They are merciless killers
, purified lullaby- unborn dressed like a costume party, everybody in disguise see the mask on your face but it won't hide your eyes my demise marks my birth, unborn
guided by instinct searching for the light that never comes no rest for the cursed ones absolute horror of forgotten sacrifice of the unborn Eternal
To my unborn child To my unborn child, in case I don't make it Just remember daddy loves you To my unborn child To my unborn Now ever since my birth,
born, not grown Not been brought into the world Not had to come to this earth Not been suckled for the world I'd rather die, I'd rather be better unborn
weaker, my poison blood And death surrounds me like a flood Killers of the unborn, killers Killers of the unborn, stop the killing Killers of the unborn, killers Killers of the unborn
There was nothing I could say It's like a miracle from the stars above Paralized with fear I was overcome with love She said soon you'll hear the beating Of an unborn
So, I prayed But you weren't listening Making miracles? So, I begged But you were far away Saving souls perhaps? So, I screamed But she was very small
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Misguided mothers make this happen Sometimes for a financial situation Or a sexual mistake CHORUS Massacre of the unborn Massacre of the unborn Massacre of the unborn
In the pulsing of the womb Waits the unborn prince of evil : Eyes ablaze with the light of unchained anguish seething Waits and bides timeless time to
Who's to say whether or not, It's a crime to kill some unborn child, Before it's born. You don't even know what it's like, To raise a kid With income
