In The Way Of The Soul

Without conscience or mercy
Dive in cold irons
Poor womb chamber,
They look for a being in development,
They want to destroy life foetus

Little hands, showing horror,
The soul's cruelty,
Little voices
Unbearable buzzing,
This is a crime

To destroy with criminal hands,
And how many were the victims
Everything is so bewildered
Voices ask for mercy,
So many, uncountable

Little hands, showing horror,
The soul's cruelty,
Little voices
Unbearable buzzing,
This is a crime