Catching Feathers Lyrics

If my child should die before me 

The sweetness of youth 
A smile that sings 
Eyes alight 
Insanely butchered 
Perverse drooling 
Horrific beyond restraint 

Lord of the dance 
Lust is murder 
For this brave man 
High slaughtering general 
In a white feathered army 

Mort knows your name 
His before your time 
I'd love to see you suffer 
Too much to be called a crime 

The sweetness of youth 
A smile that sings 
Eyes alight 
Insanely butchered 
Perverse drooling 
You cannot even pray 
For you have no God