One Glorious Human Massacre

A man calls to another
There is a family under a cover
Is this the mother or the father
How could you recognize coz it's so rotten

A man says look here
There is a little kid under a cover
Is this son or the daughter
No matter: there is no laugh and play

Bodies swarming with flies
Dead eyes are filled with cries
There is one who still smiles
The Butcher, so proud of this demise

One Glorious Human Massacre
One Glorious Human Massacre

Their lives were so futile
They build it all on lies
Nobody remembers them tomorrow
Except the butcher in his wet dreams

One Glorious Human Massacre
One Glorious Human Massacre