Ballydowse - Weapon Of Ma** Destruction lyrics

We cradle in our arms your terror, the soldiers that you fight Disguised as our children, they starve. Behold your enemy Ringed around the village of the brazen infidel As their eyes sink in, you can feel your muscles swell Catapults throw hunger into bellies brave and small While Kings discuss the benefits in laden banquet halls In Mosul in northern Iraq's “no fly zone,” we saw flocks of sheep Which had been blasted to eternity with the small child shepherds Who tended them. No other targets in sight You cradle in your arms the terror that will bring the Ceiling down Crashing on your children, the harvest of this seed In Mosul where Jonah rests the sheep were waging war They dared to raise their eyes when the planes above them roared On the sands of Babylon we lay down and wept Morning light on you! Oh, vengeance we expect