THE HUNGER


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

Go 

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, whoa-oh 

We are the children, The hungry children 

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

Go 

We are the kindred, Hell's ancient descendent 
Slaves begging the night not to go 
Would you still die for the dead, yet still living 
Starved of a life that's now gone, whoa-oh 
We are the children 

The hungry children 

We become 
Blood quench the hunger 
You want it you need it
Blood quench the hunger 
You want it you need it
Blood quench the hunger 
You want it you need it
Oh, whoa 

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