Lyrics Dandridge - Skeptik
Oh,
listen
to
the
music
of
the
children
of
the
night
As
they
sing
to
the
world
a
wicked
lullaby
Oh,
dancing
under
constellations
Heathens
ever
hunger
with
mouths
of
razors,
can
you
hear
them
call
Something's
lurking
in
the
night
in
the
woods,
under
the
full
moon
Following
the
scent
of
blood
with
an
insatiable
thirst
and
senses
sharp
as
a
bat
So
put
your
necklace
of
garlic
on
and
try
to
relax
Oh,
there's
no
hope
hidden
in
those
broke
old
tricks
You
can
throw
out
your
blessed
water
and
your
crucifix
Because
there's
no
holy
spirit
in
the
forest
tonight
So
keep
your
doors
closed,
locked
and
windows
boarded
tight
and
listen
Oh,
listen
to
the
music
of
the
children
of
the
night
As
they
sing
to
the
world
a
wicked
lullaby
Oh,
dancing
under
constellations
Heathens
ever
hunger
with
mouths
of
razors,
can
you
hear
them
call
Hearing
footsteps
falling
over
the
roof
But
know
the
knocking
at
your
door
is
just
the
big
bad
wolf
man
And
he's
full
of
clever
riddles
and
his
voice
is
enticing
But
he
can't
blow
you
over
if
you
didn't
invite
him
He's
an
old
soul
hiding
in
a
young
man's
skin
He's
got
a
charming
little
culture
club
he
wants
you
in
Because
you've
got
something
that
he
needs
flowing
under
your
flesh
It's
only
2 puncture
wounds
in
the
side
of
your
neck,
so
just
Oh,
listen
to
the
music
of
the
children
of
the
night
As
they
sing
to
the
world
a
wicked
lullaby
Oh,
dancing
under
constellations
Heathens
ever
hunger
with
mouths
of
razors,
can
you
hear
them
call
Oh
yeah,
fill
up
a
challis
with
that
sweet,
red
liquid
Oh
yeah,
we'll
keep
it
going
until
the
break
of
dawn
Oh,
listen
to
the
music
of
the
children
of
the
night
As
they
sing
to
the
world
a
wicked
lullaby
Oh,
dancing
under
constellations
Heathens
ever
hunger
with
mouths
of
razors,
can
you
hear
them
call
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