This is what I am This is what I have become What is love without sacrifice My tears hold no weight If my commitment is only failure Each day I am born again to be A child in the eyes of love Repeating yesterday Drain me of my very last essence To form

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad

Your only truth Tribal poetry Witchcraft filling your void Lust for fantasy Male necrocracy Every child worthy of a better tale Fear is a choice you embrace These stories given to us all Are filled with sacrifice and robes of lust