Suffer The Children

Suffer the children of dark descent
Born in shadows of powers unknown
Children of instinct to kill and to drain
The men made of flesh and of bone.

In doorways and corners where evil can lurk
They wait with their eyes aglow
Hunger beats in the pulse of each little black heart
Their appetite in time will grow.

A glimmer of light shines deep in the void
Beckoning curious minds to take note.
The unwary find curiosity kills more than cats
As needle teeth pierce sweet flesh of a throat

In packs they hunt their prey by night
Alone they gorge their lust for blood
As descendents of the ancient race
Whose might was never fully understood

So suffer the children of dark descent
Born of black and forgotten seeds
Children to grow on the death of mankind
And for whose mercy humanity bleeds