At night they go out Demon birds Unwary souls Will suck Close the door They are lurking It is said they are legends But people disappear Children don't come back It is said they do not exist But you feel them at your back You lose your soul At night they go out Demon birds They are lurking Demon birds With the guts of your children They make potions and ointments And their small little bones are their food At night they go out Demon birds They are approaching Demon birds They are lurking Demon birds And with your soul their life prolong With the guts of your children They make potions and ointments And their small little bones are their foodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
