Moloch

From the distance I can see

A dry land where poor men live

We must beg, we must believe

Drums will drown out the screams

I look at his mouth from below

And so excited I climb the stairs

I put the children on his hands

They burn smiling to Death

Behind the walls you can smell

Enemies have come to hear

The rain has begun to fall

Only moloch can save us

Raise your prayers to the sky

Blow the trumpets like a scream

Hundreds of children will be delivered

To the purifying flames

Now we are attending to Molk

Clean the offense with your son's blood

The children of Carthago

We are ready for the holocaust

Let me feed the fire

Now the sacrifice is done

I look at his mouth from below

And so excited I climb the stairs

I put the children on his hands

They burn smiling to Death