Moloch's Children

On an open hill stands an altar
Glazed glances in the image of the horror
A gigantic bronze statue
With a man’s body and an ox’s head

Sound of trumpets and rumble of the drums
An infernal melody
Hysteria, depravation and praise
By screams, whispers and moans

The priests are approaching
Bringing the firstborn and newborn
Felt the heat of its belly burning
Who was called protector by many

Placed extended
Into pagan God’s hands

They were thrown (in)
They were thrown (in)
Inside the metal monster

Burn my children
For something greater
The blood of the innocent
Will placate moloch’s fury

Burn my children
For the sake of something bigger
The blood of the innocent
Will placate moloch’s fury

Rolling inside the incandescent belly
While their bodies
Were devoured by the flames
Mothers striped their kids
Between mourning and pain
Aware of the role fulfilled
To your God protector