| Steady hands, holding them down |
| Anguished screams, in this forest drowns |
| Full moon shines, and their end is nigh |
| Sharpened blades, hungrily awaits the flesh |
| Serrated steel, will cut them up |
| Blackened soil, awaits their blood |
| We will purge, all that is corrupt |
| Remove all that is pure, before it rots |
| Remove all that is pure, before it rots |
| Innocent blood will wash away all of us |
| The souls of a dying will purify all of us |
| Innocent blood will wash all the guilt |
| All the guilt, all the guilt that we never felt |
| Though their lives might be short in years |
| This is no time for grief or for tears |
| They are being freed from a world of sin |
| Being freed from the curse of living |
| Freed from the fate of rotting from within |
| We will set them free, so the end it can begin |
| The blade plunges in, the blood pours out |
| Wide-open eyes, catch a last glimpse of light |
| We will claim your youth, we have seen the truth |
| We will set them free, this is how it has to be |
| We will claim your youth, we have seen the truth |
| We will set them free, this is how it has to be |
| We will set them free |
| Blackened soil, awaits their blood |
| Innocent blood will wash all the guilt |
| All the guilt, all the guilt that we never felt |
| Though their lives might be short in years |
| This is no time for grief or for tears |
| They are being freed from a world of sin |
| Being freed from the curse of living |
| Freed from the fate of rotting from within |
| We will set them free, so the end it can begin |