كلمات 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