He's walking like a small child But watch his eyes burn you away Black holes in his golden stare God knows he wants to go home
Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned
He's walking like a dead man If he had lived he would crucified us all Now he's standing on his last step He thought oblivion? Well, it beckons us all
Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned
Now it's burning his hands He's turning to laugh Smiles as the flame sears his flesh Melting his face, screaming in pain Peeling the skin from his eyes Watch him die according to plan He's dust on ground, what did we learn?
Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh
You're children of the damned Your back's against the wall You turn into the light You're burning in the night You're children of the damned Like candles watch them burn Burning in the light You'll burn again tonight Children of the damned
Songwriters: Stephen Percy Harris
تاریخ انتشار : 1982
