Obscene as Cancer

What lying shit will be said Children guaranteed glory in death Sweet and fitting in their tombs they rest Squandered youth for the old terror Blood-shod, all blind In all my dreams (They were fucking children) Before my helpless sight He plunges at me Guttering, choking, drowning How familiar [?] blood The converted terror moves closer to carnage Secret nobility and gilded deceit The poison bringing composure at last His hanging face Like a devil's sick of sin In all my dreams (They were fucking children) Before my helpless sight He plunges at me Guttering, choking, drowning In all my dreams Before my helpless sight He plunges at me In all my dreams (They were fucking children) Before my helpless sight He plunges at me Guttering, choking, drowning