Dandridge

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Something's lurking in the night in the woods, under the full moon

Following the scent of blood with an insatiable thirst and senses sharp as a bat

So put your necklace of garlic on and try to relax