TheY made our moms cry
and for that theY all must die.
No quarter given this cold wintry eve,
It is the evil ones turn to grieve
For their world is gone, no place to hide
For theY made our moms cry so
TheY must all die
TheY made our moms cry
and for that theY all must die.
No quarter given this cold wintry eve,
It is the evil ones turn to grieve
For their world is gone, no place to hide
For theY made our moms cry so
TheY must all die