Clutch of Oblivion - Sumac

Sons, weep in mothers arms\nTo the breast are clinging\nFrom that clutch, by fathers torn\nAnd thrust into the bla-blazing fields\nCheeks still wet with cherubs tears\nAcross Earth, unscarred\nHeavy blades are drawn\nGouges, fathoms deep\nWell with blood\nFather’s seed, mother’s seed\nSeeds of war, seeds of lust\nTears of pain\nSeem as joyous rapture\nWe claw, we point\nAt mutilated loins\nFaces pushed into the soil\nWe are cleansed\nWe are cleansed\nIn the clutch of oblivion