What music they make?
Listen to them
(Oh-oh)
(Oh-oh)

You may have heard so many stories
About a man and all his glory
In all his inhumanity
Don't be confused by facts and fictions
As he is built of contradictions
Compassion and atrocity

Empathic, berserker
Loves, music and murder
At midnight, at moonlight
Deeply impressed by what he says

Listen to them, they are the children of the night
The sound of howling wolves delight
What music they make?
Listen to them, they are the children of the night
And what is leaking from my eyes
What music they make?

None of my words could do him justice
Run of a kind, the king of darkness
Don't try to find him anyway
Don't be amused by all his antics
You think of him like tortomantic
But he's a demon, oh the beast

He's charming, he's high style
But yet still a vampire
There's no more denying
He is possessed

Listen to them, they are the children of the night
The sound of howling wolves delight
What music they make?
Listen to them, they are the children of the night
And what is leaking from my eyes
What music they make?

Children of the night
They make your minor keys so bright
While you turn to ice
Let's just discretion is suffice

Listen to them
Listen to them
Listen to them
Children of the night
Listen to them
Listen to them
They are the children of the night

Listen to them, they are the children of the night
The sound of howling wolves delight
What music they make?
Listen to them, they are the children of the night
And what is leaking from my eyes
What music they make?

Children of the night
They make your minor keys so bright
While you turn to ice
Let's just discretion is suffice

Listen to them
Listen to them