Текст песни Murderock - Children of the Corn

A child shall lead them to the righteous path among the rows
Each sacrifice made in his name the savior’s power grows

Sacrifice…Spill the blood…Praise the lord
Worship him…Pray to him…Kill for him
Sacrifice…Spill the blood…Praise the lord
Worship him…Kill for him…Die for him

Rise now children, Disciples of the Crow
The Harvest Moon shines brightly for He Who Walks Behind the Rows
A new age is born
Blessed be the Children of the Corn

Outlanders!

Question not my judgment I’m the giver of the word
Night time is the right time for his glorious return

Sacrifice…Spill the blood…Praise the lord
Worship him…Pray to him…Kill for him
Sacrifice…Spill the blood…Praise the lord
Worship him…Kill for him…Die for him

Rise now children, Disciples of the Crow
The Harvest Moon shines brightly for He Who Walks Behind the Rows
A new age is born
Blessed be the Children of the Corn

For far too long you’ve worshiped falsely now you shall atone!
Drink the blood to praise his name the seeds have now been sown
Outlanders have been sent to test of the faith of all his crows
Profaners of the holy shall be cast upon the rows
Profaners of the holy shall be cast upon the rows
The lord now calls upon the blessed Disciples of the Crow
To walk the righteous path
To walk the righteous path
The Children of the Corn

Outlanders