The Hunger - Misfits

We become, erupt in violence

Destroy the silence

Our time has come (Go!)

We are the outcasted ancient descendants

The ones who’ve been calling and

Would you still die for the dead yet still living

Starved of a time that’s now come

We are the children, the hungry children

We become, erupt in violence

Seduce the silence

Our time has come (Go!)

We are the kindred

Hell’s ancient descendants

Slaves begging the night not to go

Would you still die for?

The dead yet still living

Starved of a life that’s now gone

We are the children, the hungry children

We become

The blood quench the hunger

The blood quench the hunger

The blood quench the hunger