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      We become   Blood quench the hunger   You want it, you need it   Blood quench the hunger   You want it, you need it   Blood quench the hunger   You want it, you need it      Oh, whoa