Oh, they’ve killed all the Little Ones
While their faces still smiled
With their guns and their fury
They erased their young lives.
No longer to laugh,
No longer to be a child,
Oh, they’ve killed all the Little Ones
While their faces still smiled

Now they’re burying the Little Ones
And making their graves deep
So the world cannot see
That tonight we may sleep
While they wash away the blood
The mothers all weep
Oh, they’re burying the Little Ones
And making the graves deep
Yes, they’re burying the Little Ones
And making the graves deep

But where will the devils go
When that day comes?
When the angels drag them out
To face The Little Ones

Oh they killed all the Little Ones
With their eyes open wide
There was no one to help them
On the day that they died
No bed to run under,
No cupboard to hide,
Oh they’ve killed all the Little Ones
With their eyes open wide

But they’ll be raising The Little Ones
With no sin to atone
In the light of high Heaven
They will sit on tall thrones
Where playtime lasts forever
And God’s Mercy never ends – They’ll be raising the Little Ones
And they’ll all be best friends
They’ll be raising the Little Ones
And they’ll all be best friends