Текст песни Children Of The Volley

Uneasy are these children Inhumanity is their procreator Dehumanised creators lost and alone Sorrowful swarms of spirits Trapped in skin and bone With claws and suckers They attack the enemy of the fall Wickedness propelling projectiles Casting the foe to fall Upon maturisation They then become the foe Inflicting upon their children Everlasting anguish and woe