Текст песни Children of the Moon

As day turns into night and reason turns to fear Nature grows silent and senses start to clear Walking amongst you the children of the moon Behind day's faces the dark will come soon Instinct takes over as the sun dies in the west Shapes begin changing return of the repressed Seems so far away now manners, rules and laws No god, no priest, no mercy just death, teeth and claws There's no use in running when the moon is high I offer you deliverance under blood red sky