Suffer Not the Children

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 sabbat 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 The which delivers in his grace Gather around my young ones We can go away I'll guide you in the night Follow me Tonight we'll find a path The Hell born sinners 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