We become roles
In rope and violence
Destroy the sirens
Our time has come
We are the outcasts
The ancient descendants
The ones who've been calling
Who you still died for
But death yet still living
Startle the time that's now gone We
are the children of the hungry children
of the evil Erupt in violence
Seduce the silence Our time has come
We are the kindred Elves, ancient descendants
The ones begging you to die Not to go when you still died for
But death yet still living Startle the life that's now gone
We are the children of the hungry
children of the evil
Blood quenched the hunger His blood into me
Blood quenched the hunger His blood into me
Blood quenched the hunger His
blood into me
His blood into me
His blood quenched the hunger