Lyrics Children Of The Underworld - Gloomy Grim

Children Of The Underworld

I call you, my Master
King of the Ghouls
Bringer of Pain
Wreakerof Sorrow
Those are the
Children of The Underworld
Bitter Venom of gods
The Great Storms from Below
Those are THEY
I spill the red Water of Life
To the stone struck with a sword
That hath slain eleven men
And hath spreaded Misery and Blood
Know that our years are The Years of WAR
And our days measured as Battles
And every hour is a life lost from
The outside of the Sweet World of Sorrow
Know that our years are The Years of WAR
And our days measured as Battles
And every hour is a life lost from
The outside where every lie is true