Hidden Children

I see the children come and go
And it breaks my heart just to know
That where they go they will die
In the ground forever they will lie


It reeks of death all around
It’s probably the corpses in the ground
I know my day is almost here
But death I do not fear


All around children are sad
For they miss their parents and are mad
We sit in the basement, damp and stark
We’re left alone, to suffer in the dark


Hidden children we must stay
Or in the ground we will lay
Hidden children we must stay
Or in the ground we will lay