Morbid Angel - Piles Of Little Arms

They've come to bring us gift They've come to make us whole They've come to give us God Their gift of Heaven They've come to make us civil Their gifts as ransom Their God comes with a cost We must give up all For prayers in a foreign tongue To a foreign throne Erase our traditions Erase our way of being Erase our elder's teachings Erase, replace these ways Generations of wisdom In exchange for ransom Your God comes with a cost A cost to us all Prayers in a foreign tongue to A God unknown From demons, you will never see Prayers that will save your soul Blessed are the children We have come to save them all We came to cure disease that Has never made you ill We came to make you clean, To protect you from yourself They've come to bring us hope They've come to save our souls They've come to make us holy They've come to give us Heaven They've come to make us civil Just like them Their God comes with a cost And we must give up All of our traditions Erase our way of being Erase our elder's teachings Erase, replace these ways Generations of wisdom They have taken away Our culture has been erased Bring every child they blessed With the needle's mark Chop off every little arm Let the children bleed