Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Children of the Filth, artist - Autopsy. Date of issue: 20.10.2016
Song language: English
Children of the Filth |
| Out amongst the nothing, a retreat |
| The air is dead and stale, the mist it creeps |
| A filthy, stinking child in rags await |
| How where you to know she was the bait |
| You’re gonna die! |
| You stop to help the wretched little thing |
| When more emerges with stick and rocks and painful offerings |
| You’re beaten, whipped and forced to your demise |
| Your death is witnessed by a band of cruel and vicious eyes |
| Children of the filth |
| Born to rot, raised in ruin |
| Delighting in their kills |
| And they are not alone |
| Your loved ones come to find |
| When they go looking for you |
| And then they’ll loose their minds |
| In a rancid cave where lies the grotesquerie bizarre |
| With live ones behind bars |
| Cocks and breasts and faces torn are strewn across the ground |
| While inbred naked freaks |
| Consume with animalistic chewing sounds |
| Lead: Cutler |
| One by one your «saviors» are consumed |
| Their brains defiled, their bones made into weapons foul and true |
| There’s sick rejoicing for the twisted beasts |
| A severed head stares onward while excrements are released |
| Children of the filth |
| Born to rot, raised in ruin |
| Delighting in their kills |