Oh, how could you do it?
A murderous crime
A murderous wounding
How could you allow it?
After time that has been passing
A law that was written
In the blood of your victims
Born out of pure resentment
And what of your baby daughters?
And what of these shameless slaughters
Lying buried in the sand?
Oh, how could you do it?
A murderous past
That preys on the helpless
How could you allow it?
Such cruel and vile blades
To tear at such tender flesh
And loose the knot
From your tongue
Where evil is the resting place
And so, it shall only be the single cry
Five senses shall be
The whole price of blood
Foot by foot wound by wound
The whole price of blood
Hand for hand stripe for stripe
The whole price of blood
Oh, how could you do it?
Oh, how could you allow it?
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