Check The Children

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