In a dream i saw the future, in a dream i saw the world, there were madmans lies, devils point of view,
In a world of hate and anger, In a world of fear and pain, there is no time for pride, no time to stand aside.
Call me a dreamer, call me insane, I'll survive the storm, I'll take the pain.
Out of the storm, come the children of the night, out of the storm, a black masquerade, dance with the dead, to the music of grief, out of the storm, a nightchild appears.
In the silence of the moonlight, we can hear the nightchilds cry, like a lonely wolf, howl into the sky. Wicked a madman nor a stranger, whose words you just cant tell, Know the nightchilds way, the way of no return,
call me a dreamer, call me insane, I'll survive the storm, I'll take the pain.
Out of the storm, come the children of the night, out of the storm, a black masquerade, dance with the dead, to the music of grief, out of the storm, a nightchild appears.
When the light fades away, and the night puts me asleep, will i ever wake up again, will i stay in this twilight forever? Out of the storm, come the children of the night, out of the storm, a black masquerade, dance with the dead, to the music of grief, out of the storm, a nightchild appears.