Lyrics Play With Your Prey - Abramelin

Play With Your Prey

My children, my children they do as they’re told
Unquestionable loyalty, instructors obeyed
For I’m their provider, a teacher, a God
A father, but not in a biological way
My children are carefully chosen
Selected, hand-picked if you will
Expectant mothers are regarded and studied
The unborn assessed, I move in for the kill
For the harvest of children’s a messy affair
Extracting a life while taking another
I’d like to say it’s a painless affair
But I car for the prize, not for the mothr
Sliced open wide, torn from the womb
Child wrapped in rags and concealed without sound
Whisked away to be raised as my own
As the mother bleeds out with her guts on the ground
Its new older siblings will tutor the child
My brood of fantastical killing machines
The perfect assassins that none would suspect
Insidious infants to terrible teens
I’m expanding my tribe, forming a cult
Children now harvesting all on their own
With skills and no conscious they’re a wonder to watch
Slice through the flesh, cut deep to the bone
Once they’re trained up, I contract them out
To clients who want someone out if the way
Make them die slowly, have fun, I say
Play with your prey before you slay
Play with your prey before you slay
Play with your prey before you slay