The children of the dark All know this song by heart It rings out the old It doesn't free, it doesn't fold Born out of ambition with No ropes to climb above our high Feet marching to a rhythm Hearable only to our kind And how they need us beaten down Beaten down, down, down, down No matter how much we bleed Get up and give them a good smile Who knew you'd return To get what you deserve The children of the dark All know this song by heart And it rings out the old It doesn't free, it doesn't fold