Children of Night (feat. Barry Stock & Three Days Grace)

Let them hear us sing, lost and broken souls
Trusted priest and king, all of the lies they told

They can hear our cries, leave us in the cold
While the children die, watch them count their gold

So, if heaven is filled with the likes of them
We dine in hell instead

We are the young undead
Born in the grave of humankind
Breathe, fill your lungs with dread
We have alrеady died
For we are thе children of night

We are the children of night

Poison in the air, can't afford the cure
Children unprepared, to die in father's war

Destruction and despair, what are you crying for?
We have their thoughts and prayers
And who could ask for more?

So, if heaven is filled with the likes of them
We dine in hell instead

We are the young undead
Born in the grave of humankind
Breathe, fill your lungs with dread
We have alrеady died
For we are thе children of night

We are the young undead
Born in the grave of humankind
Breathe, fill your lungs with dread
We have alrеady died
For we are thе children of night

We are the young undead
Born in the grave of humankind
Breathe, fill your lungs with dread
We have alrеady died
For we are thе children of night