作词 : Dunn, Lant | |
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 meSuffer 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 |
zuo ci : Dunn, Lant | |
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 meSuffer 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 |
zuò cí : Dunn, Lant | |
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 meSuffer 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 |