Manilla Road Children Of The Night
Before the fire We speak of lore Of long lost tribes And their wars When Picts did thrive On blood and gore To stay alive On this shore A holy war Born of The Well To stop the horde Come up from Hell Vengeful for death Inside the mind The Quest To burn away the night A son of Crom Before his life An Aryan >From The Light I shalt not run >From any fight Death to Children Of The Night The Sons Of Aryan Forgotten through the years Born of The Ancient Ones In The Forest of our fears Cthulu still is here The Horn calls to unite Wotan casts his spear O'er The Children Of The Night Sons Of The Flame And Muspel's might Stand strong in name Of The Light Know well The Wave By count is Ninth Returns The Staves To the flight
