1, 2, 3, 4
We become
Erupt in
violence
Destroy the
silence
Our time
has come
Go!
We are the
outcasted, ancient descendents
The ones
who've been calling and
Would you
still die for the dead, yet still living
Starved of
a time that's now come, whoa-oh
We are the
children
The hungry
children
We become
Erupt in
violence
Seduce the
silence
Our time
has come
Go!
We are the
kindred, Hell's ancient descendent slaves
Begging the
night not to go
Would you
still die for the dead, yet still living?
Starved of
a life that's now gone, whoa-oh
We are the
children
The hungry
children
The blood
quench the hunger
The blood
quench the hunger
The blood
quench the hunger
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