Child Eater

Discover “Child Eater” – A Bold Reflection on Humanity’s Contradictions

“Child Eater” from the album Virgin Natura, is a thought — provoking exploration of humanity’s inherent hypocrisy. The song challenges listeners to confront uncomfortable truths about moral double standards.

On the surface, we present ourselves as protectors of innocence and defenders of the weak, advocating for children and justice. Yet, through our daily actions, we betray these ideals — consuming the young of other species: calves, fruits, seeds, and milk intended for the offspring of nature.

Through poignant lyrics and evocative imagery, Child Eater reveals this stark contrast between our moral proclamations and our consumption — driven reality. The song asks us to reflect on what it truly means to protect life and whether our compassion extends beyond the boundaries of our species.

Immerse yourself in the haunting melody and sharp narrative of Child Eater — a piece that’s not just music but a mirror to our collective conscience.

Lyrics

Oh, behold the mighty human race,
Guardians of the innocent, keepers of grace.
We shelter the young, we praise their worth,
Protectors of life, the kings of the Earth.

No harm to the children, no crime too small,
Angels, they call them, the purest of all.
We love, we nurture, we guard, we defend,
For children, they say, are the flowers we tend.

But as I feast on veal tonight,
And sip my milk by candlelight,
I toast to eggs, the unborn kind,
The fruits of life that feed my mind.

***

Oh, I’m a child eater, yes, it’s true,
But not of my kind, so that makes it cool.
I devour the seeds, the young, the frail,
From field and farm, from root to tail.
Oh, a child eater, yet I’m so pure,
A saint for the weak, of that I’m sure.

***

I love the trees, I hug them tight,
But their sweet berries are such delight.
I’ll weep for the calf when it’s not my meal,
But tender veal is a savory deal.

The yolk of an egg, a promise to hatch,
Becomes my breakfast, a perfect catch.
And milk, oh sweet, from mother’s care,
Is mine to take, it’s only fair.

For every sapling, every sprout,
I take their future, I snuff it out.
But I am kind, I swear, I swear ... I swear,
I only consume what’s meant to share.

***

Oh, I’m a child eater, yes, it’s true,
But not of my kind, so that makes it cool.
I devour the seeds, the young, the frail,
From field and farm, from root to tail.
Oh, a child eater, yet I’m so pure,
A saint for the weak, of that I’m sure.

***

And yet I cry for the ocean’s plight,
For the cub, the pup, the bird in flight.
I stand for the weak, the downtrodden, the small,
As long as their screams don’t echo my hall.

So here’s to us, the human clan,
With tender hearts and bloodied hands.
We feast on life, yet claim to defend,
The cycle continues, it’ll never end.

Oh, I’m a child eater, but hold my crown,
For I’m the kindest butcher in town.