Children of the Sand Songtext
von OverMaster

Take me for granted, I hate how I′m planted
Were you born for drinking blood
Tell me you need it, help me create it
How does it feel to be reborn


I believed for so long, that everything went wrong
It all went wrong because of you
I created the demons without any reasons
I guess that's what sick people do

I can hear them in my head
They won′t stop until I'm dead

They call me a terror, the evil ring bearer
They'll tell you that I′ve lost my mind
An empty shell now filled with hell
You′d better run and hide