Testo Clutch Of Oblivion

Sons, weep in mothers arms
To the breast are clinging
From that clutch, by fathers torn
And thrust into the bla-blazing fields
Cheeks still wet with cherubs tears

Across Earth, unscarred
Heavy blades are drawn Gouges, fathoms deep
Well with blood

Father's seed, mother's seed
Seeds of war, seeds of lust
Tears of pain
Seem as joyous rapture
We claw, we point
At mutilated loins
Faces pushed into the soil
We are cleansed
We are cleansed
In the clutch of oblivion