Besedila: Saint Vitus. C.O.D.. Children of Doom.

Children of doom
And we are like
We are your father
no other

Let me see your hands
Because you are here

Let me hear you scream
You know what it means
We are the children of doom
Give us some room

We stand before you
Like an ancient idol
But we are nothing
Nothing more than you

You are the ones

We can feel it from you
See it in your eyes
Who keep us alive
We are the secret


Soon to be known
The more we're together
The quicker we grow
Of the endless maze
We are the light
We are the end
In the daily haze
Children of doom