No more eating babies
Thirsty, starving Moloch
Gnashing steel teeth
No more feeding thieves
Your priests are ever wailing
Cutting flesh that’s only flailing
The market’s drying up
Just like your bloody cup
The Lord rebuke you, Moloch
The Lord rebuke your deeds
May Jesus Christ erase you
Redeem the silent pleas
Parentage planned as happy
Golden, without fear
An age of endless pleasures
No children to be received
The Lord rebuke you, liar
Pass you through burning fires
No more eating children
Offer you into eternal flame
