Tribe killer

They're coming
They erase your every tribe
It doesn't matter whether you're old,
whether you're young or just in utero,
they hate your every kind,
all what you're running.

The elders they kill
for taking wisdom away,
the parents they take
for the children no-one to educate,
the children they pluck
so there's no-one to fuck.

They plunder the house
for anything that's useful still,
they spill the gasoline all over the place
to finally remove the last remains,
an ignition finishes the rill,
outside the doers start to bouse.

The traces of your life
scorch on the house's inside,
your culture, your brain,
what reaches beyond the blood in your veins,
presence of your life no sign,
but that was the intention from the line.