Children Of The Night — Manilla Road

Before the fire We speak of lore Of long lost tribes And their wars

When Picts did thrive On blood and gore To stay alive On this shore

A holy war Born of The Well To stop the horde Come up from Hell

Vengeful for death Inside the mind The Quest To burn away the night

A son of Crom Before his life An Aryan >From The Light

I shalt not run >From any fight Death to Children Of The Night

The Sons Of Aryan Forgotten through the years Born of The Ancient Ones In The Forest of our fears

Cthulu still is here The Horn calls to unite Wotan casts his spear O'er The Children Of The Night

Sons Of The Flame And Muspel's might Stand strong in name Of The Light

Know well The Wave By count is Ninth Returns The Staves To the flight