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