Children of the dark
Hiding from the sun
In the night, these
Little ones run
Driving on, never safe
Running, flying
Evading day
Night
Out of hiding places they are drawn
From the dark, the night,
They are borne
Hunt
Eat
Now, before dawn
Itch for blood now scratched
Gift of their mother night
Helping them live
They live like fear
CHIILDREN OF THE NIGHT
Children of the Night Copywright 1999 DJ Mitro.
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Children of the Night
