Piles Of Little Arms - Morbid Angel

They’ve come to bring us gifts

They’ve come to make us whole

They’ve come to bring us God

Their gift of Heaven

They’ve come to make us civil

Their gifts as ransom

Their God comes with a cost

We must give up all

For prayers in a foreign tongue

To a foreign throne

Erase our traditions

Erase our way of being

Erase our elders' teachings

Erase, replace these ways

Generations of wisdom

In exchange for ransom

Your God comes with a cost

A cost to us all

Prayers in a foreign tongue to

A God unknown

From demons, you will never see

Prayers that will save your soul

Blessed are the children

We have come to save them all