Painful Memories The Weeping Of Unborn Children
The Bruts who have taken from their own lifes the enjoyment Are disposing of other lives now! Yes, they do it. It's a pity They are merciless killers comiting deadly sins They give terrible death to their own children Doom to Torment and Sorrow theirs and themselves too! It's a weeping, here is a graveyard! The children who haven't been born die in pain This is a predestination But Grief will come to the killers! The babies were so clean, so clear and sinless They were taken to Heaven, to God Now they are praying for us, praying for us: Forgive them, Lord Jesus Christ! Your own grim parents killed You Why is it? Maybe, You hindered to live them Is that so? Did You hinder them? No, You didn't... Just quietly sleep at Home, at Paradise...
