The Hellchild

A vow to he who is the maker
 The father of Candarian demons
 The father of sins and sinners
 Guardian of dense forests
 And we as his children will obey every word
 With chains around feet and hands
 So long since I've seen the light
 My eyes hurt
 As they are stitched together
 Tung cut out and fingers crushed
 A vow to he who is the maker
 The father of Candarian demons
 The father of sins and sinners
 Guardian of dense forests
 And we as his children will obey every word
 With chains around feet and hands
 We slave on through the night
 So long since I've seen the light
 My eyes hurt stitched together
 Tung cut out and fingers crushed
 Freedom is not an option
 Escape you can but you're
 always to be found
 The light gives you away
 Escape you can but you're
 always to be found
 The light gives you away
 Some descend into darkness
 Some will be forgotten
 Your fate is sealed
 Forever silent