Trivium - Unrepentant

A poor man with four daughters
All weeping the son
Told to covet adultery
Or so he was told

Fallen night and machete
After friday's prayers
Fear the young
When follow all
Daughter must be killed

For your honour
You will slaughter
Every one of your daughters
For your honour
You will slaughter
Its you who should be slaughtered

Terror grips us
Still with hunger
Thirsting to avenge his soiled pride
A sick madman

You take their lives away
As they sleep
The bleakness is out their clothes
(The bleak kisses eyes are closed) = maybe
Life bleeds without a chance to weep
You take, you take their lives away

Your a man unrepentant
Subduing lies
You murder your own children
Call that honourable cause

For your honour
You will slaughter
Every one of your daughters For your honour
You will slaughter
Its you who should be slaughtered

-solo-

Terror grips us
Still with hunger
Thirsting to avenge his soiled pride
A sick madman

You take their lives away
As they sleep
The bleakness is out their clothes
(The bleak kisses eyes are closed) = maybe
Life bleeds without a chance to weep
You take, you take their lives away

-solo-

For your honour
You will slaughter
Every one of your daughters
For your honour
You will slaughter
Its you who should be slaughtered

Terror grips us
Still with hunger
Thirsting to avenge his soiled pride
A sick madman

You take their lives away
As they sleep
The bleakness is out their clothes
(The bleak kisses eyes are closed) = maybe
Life bleeds without a chance to weep
You take, you take their lives away