Down on bended knees Words are whispered low Confessing sins They must invent. Harmless fantasies Penance they must pay And their souls Must all be saved. You call them the sins of children And children must be brave You call them the sins of children And children, children must all be saved. Angry voices heard From another room Afraid to move Afraid to cry. And if they should die Before the morning breaks Pray their souls Someone will take. You call them the sins of children And children must be brave You call them the sins of children And children, children must all be saved. They must be saved...