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Children lying in their graves

When they rise we will be saved

Children playing in the streets

The necromancer they will meet

Funeral pyres light the sky

Flesh and blood will burn and die

Shadows roam barren lands

Reaping fields with crimson hands

Silent stalkers passing by

Wolves are howling, children cry

Strangers calling, none know why

Hide your babes away

Check your children

Policemen's sons are going too

And if you don't know what to do

Hide your babes from stranger's eye

Or you'll be kissing them goodbye

Children run in the mire

The objects of the desire

Of specters who are lurking near

Striking their hearts with fear

Silent stalkers passing by

Wolves are howling, children cry

Strangers calling, none know why

Hide your babes away

Check your children

Children run in the mire

The objects of the desire

Of specters who are lurking near

Striking their hearts with fear

Policemen's sons are going too

And if you don't know what to do

Hide your babes from stranger's eye

Or you'll be kissing them goodbye

Silent stalkers passing by

Wolves are howling, children cry

Strangers calling, none know why

Hide your babes away

Check your children