Suffer Not The Children - Venom

Gather 'round, oh young ones, listen to the night

Black as death and loud as hell, only men take fright

Sit around my flame, bright, warm your bones and hear

Virgins die and demons cry, throw away your fears

Suffer not the children

Sleep tight, our fathers, guard our mothers well

Vampires and werewolves, erupt your dreams, our spell

The evening sabbath song, a longing to be free

Lost children wander, waiting, barefoot in the sea

Suffer not the children

Suffer not the children

Or be deemed a damned disgrace

Blessed be the wench

To which delivers in his grace

Gather around my young ones

We can go away

I’ll guide you in the night

Follow me

Suffer not the children

Tonight we’ll find a path, the hell born sinner’s trail

Beware, none shall stop us, innocence guards our way

The amulets of kings, our voodoo games

We know but never tell of our infernal names

Suffer not the children