Paroles: Tidfall. Instinct Gate. Children Of Man.

Pale blue faces
Drifting in the cold void
Black eyes raped for virtue
Glancing towards the
Fragments of fallen stars

Through their veins
Black liquid flows
Inhaling life, breathing death
As they feast upon life

Aggression, destruction, leading
The masses, towards inhalation
Inhaling life, breathing death
Inhaling life, breathing death

Towards destruction
Towards destruction

My children, walks the night
My children, walks the night
My children, walks the night
My children, walks the night