Wrath Children Of The Wicked
Children Of The Wicked
Walkin the streets alone at night
Everybody’s ready
Darkness creeping on
The cold air is deadly
And soon we’ll find the gate to hell
In a fire stricken hole
Then, the master will call out
Behold, I want you to know
I want you to know
As he raises his fist to the sky
We’re all told to listen
Come my children of the wicked
Into my own world
There’s nowhere else that you can go
Everything is frozen
This place down here is forever hot
And soon you will like it
You will like it
You all will like
