Chylde of Fire کے بول

I was born past midnight 'Neath the gloom of the darkest moon My mother was a burning witch And my father was a preacher From that night on I lived in The shadow of my elder's deeds I was the son of rape And the spawn of preacher's lost faith Dear mother, dear father I didn't ask to be born Why did you let me leave When you didn't care at all My life here on earth, troubled already from the day of my birth Heaven turns to hell at the chime of the witches' bell