Children of the Night - Run

Under the veil of night

Engulfing the sorrow around her, she flows

Knowing not where to go

Bitter, Cold, Wounded she flows

Sprinting across the paddy fields

Ram runs faster than the wind

Crying out in unison, torches held poised

The mob leaves him no choice

Frightened out of her skin

Death lurking in every corner

Gauri holds her breath,

For as long as she can remember

Society spares no one

Survival of the fittest, may I quote

Hunt them down, spill their blood

Scream the crowd, pelting stones at their faces

For the weak children of GOD

Have no place in this world anymore

Under the veil of night

Engulfing the sorrow around her, she flows

Knowing not where to go

Bitter, Cold, Wounded she flows