An appetite for the innocent
There must be a feast
For its sucklings to grow
The chosen are gathered
They have been scorned
Torn from their homes
They are slaughtered
Bodies torn, crushed lives
But there is no pyre
This is no sacrifice
This is annihilation
The beast never stops
His hunger never ends
With ovens then
The dead are burned
Completely consumed
The fires never stop
The ovens are fed
They never end
With black smoke rising
The morning isn't coming soon
The crows refuse to caw
For the end is found
Only by dying
The beast still hungers
New trains come in
Emptying the chosen
For slaughter
To feed the fires again
