Oh, the sun's going down
Evil lurks all around
The hanging man is singing my song
The underworld, the place I call home
Morning, sleep like a child
At nighttime, the coffin's alight
Feeding...in the shadows I creep
Craving, when the city's asleep
Hiding, from the verdict of man
Dancing here with the dead and the mad
Longing, for the arms of a friend
Giving dark salvation again
Aaah..we are...the cemetery children
Aaah..we are...a long way from home
Aaah..we are...the cemetery children
Aaah...on a hellride going doooown