Gather round o young ones

Listen to the night

Loud as Hell and black as death

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

To 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