Misfits

We become
Erupt in violence
Destroy the silence
Our time has come

We are the outcasted
Ancient descendents
The ones who've been calling
And would you still die for the dead

Yet still living
Starved of a time
That's now come

We are the children
The hungry children

We become
Erupt in violence
Seduce the silence
Our time has come

We are the kindred
Hell's ancient descendent slaves
Begging the night not to go
Would you die for the dead

Yet still living
Starved of a life
That's now gone

We are the children
The hungry children

Blood quench the hunger
Blood quench the hunger
Blood quench the hunger