Setting sun,
Childish fun,
Playing in the woods
Dressed in black robes and hoods,
Howling underneath the dark sky
Thinking about the day we'll die,
Running through the night
Telling stories of the old gods' might,
Do we dance with devil?
Or are we on another conscious level,
Of living with the evil beasts
On immortal flesh we feast,
I'a dagon i'a hydra,
We spit a mix of blood and saliva
Out of the darkest places
Dressed in hoods with pain on our faces
We are the dark children
We'll never sleep the night away again...