There are no self-proclaimed villains
Yet there are legions of self-proclaimed saints
When the lesions of terror spread in the tissue of existence
The worst curse man can imagine is to live
In a nightmare of a god
Come to me
Help spread my gospel
Charred in flames of my revenge
Children of the night
Hear the music they make
You won't escape the fright
It will keep you awake
Hear the freezing howl
In the full moonlight
Beware the children of the night
Children of the night
Hear the music they make
You won't escape the fright
It will keep you awake
Hear the freezing howl
In the full moonlight
Beware the children of the night
I summon the dead to answer my questions
I call upon the ancient bones to fight for me
I raise the ashes to shape my blade (my blade)
And lay the church of liars to ruins
