Who'll cry for the children When there's nowhere left to run Who'll play the killer So they don't suffer too long I can tell all your fantasies Failure to conquer has led to misery Punish the sinners Who'll bury, the babies When there's no one to give a hand All praise the conqueror of this Blackened wasted land I can tell all your fantasies Failure to conquer has led to misery Punish the sinners