Lyrics Piles of Little Arms - Morbid Angel
They've
come
to
bring
us
gift
They've
come
to
make
us
whole
They've
come
to
give
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
elder's
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
We
came
to
cure
disease
that
Has
never
made
you
ill
We
came
to
make
you
clean
To
protect
you
from
yourself
They've
come
to
bring
us
hope
They've
come
to
save
our
souls
They've
come
to
make
us
holy
They've
come
to
give
us
Heaven
They've
come
to
make
us
civil
Just
like
them
Their
God
comes
with
a
cost
And
we
must
give
up
All
of
our
traditions
Erase
our
way
of
being
Erase
our
elder's
teachings
Erase,
replace
these
ways
Generations
of
wisdom
They
have
taken
away
Our
culture
has
been
erased
Bring
every
child
they
blessed
With
the
needle's
mark
Chop
off
every
little
arm
Let
the
children
bleed
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