BLOOD MOON

(children, children, children of the night)

Blood on the moon, we rise, we rise

(children, children, children of the night)

Ash in our lungs, no light in our eyes

(children, children, children of the night)

Bound by the curse, baptized in the blight

(children, children, children of the night)

We are the swarm, we’re the end of your light

Born in the shadow of a rusted cross

Cradled by the echo of a thousand lost

Teeth like sermons, eyes like graves

We learned to pray by howling at the plague

Glass in our veins, black in our breath

Kissing the scars on the mouth of death

Rats in the rafters, wings in the walls

We are the names that your God never calls

We drink the dusk, we starve the dawn

We are the wound in the world you pawned

Your holy words mean nothing here

We sharpen faith into spears of fear

We are the children of the night

Born from the venom of your light

We feast on angels when they fall

Heaven trembles when we crawl

We are the children of the void

Crucify the sun you so enjoyed

From your ruins we ignite

We are the children of the night

Choirs of sirens in the sewer hum

Beckon the broken, the beaten, the numb

Streetlight halos flicker and choke

While we dance in the incense of burning hope

Homes are cathedrals of unspoken screams

Fathers bleed out in their digital dreams

Mothers are altars of pills and wine

We lick the dust of their wasted time

You locked us out behind your gates

Sold our futures, called it fate

Now every tear you never dried

Becomes the knife at your perfect life

We are the children of the night

Born from the venom of your light

We feast on angels when they fall

Heaven trembles when we crawl

We are the children of the void

Crucify the sun you so enjoyed

From your ruins we ignite

We are the children of the night

(children of the night, children of the noose)

Hung from the rafters of your sacred abuse

(children of the night, children of the flame)

Carved from the absence of your holy name

(children of the night, children of the scars)

We’ll drag your heaven down by its stars

You built your kingdom on our broken backs

Bricks of denial, mortar of cracks

Now hear the lullaby of shattered glass

As every mirror sings of your collapse

Your silver crosses, they bend and rust

The blood of prophets flakes to dust

We are the choir of neglected sins

Counting the beats till the end begins

We are the children of the night

Born from the venom of your light

We feast on angels when they fall

Heaven trembles when we crawl

We are the children of the void

Crucify the sun you so enjoyed

From your ruins we ignite

We are the children of the night

We are the end of your holy light

Children… children… of the night….