• We are the children,
    Rising from the blood
    On the path of the dead,
    A foul mark
    Upon our hands
    We are the children
    Sisters of the dead
    Rising from their blood
    We will be avenged,
    We will have revenge
    To put to ease my addiction,
    To put to rest my affliction
    And the way that you betrayed me,
    Foreign letters that you send me
    My ghosts,
    The past unseen
    The things you'll never see
    Rising from the blood,
    The shackles of the dead
    Flowing, deep, and red
    We will rise from their shed blood,
    We will rise
    From their sacrifice