| Gather 'round, oh young ones, listen to the night
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| Black as death and loud as hell, only men take fright
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| Sit around my flame, bright, warm your bones and hear
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| Virgins die and demons cry, throw away your fears
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| Suffer not the children
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| Sleep tight, our fathers, guard our mothers well
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| Vampires and werewolves, erupt your dreams, our spell
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| The evening sabbath song, a longing to be free
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| Lost children wander, waiting, barefoot in the sea
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| Suffer not the children
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| Suffer not the children
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| Or be deemed a damned disgrace
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| Blessed be the wench
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| To which delivers in his grace
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| Gather around my young ones
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| We can go away
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| I’ll guide you in the night
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| Follow me
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| Suffer not the children
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| Tonight we’ll find a path, the hell born sinner’s trail
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| Beware, none shall stop us, innocence guards our way
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| The amulets of kings, our voodoo games
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| We know but never tell of our infernal names
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| Suffer not the children |