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
Skeptik - Dandridge Lyrics
Skeptik - Dandridge Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Skeptik
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid