The little ones

We gotta control all the little ones

All the little ones

We'll take the souls of the little ones

And that might be you



Confess your sins of sorrow

Get on your knees and pray

Don't sell your souls on the open market

'Cause there will be hell to pay



We're gonna burn

We're gonna burn this down

There's no return

In all the words we vow



If I am the king, then you might be my fancy



The little ones

We gotta control all the little ones

All the little ones

We'll take the souls of the little ones

And that might be you



We don't believe it's over

The seasons of the dead

Just sell your souls for the lowest bargain

The price will be on your head



We're not alone

We're gonna bring you down

We'll take control

The new king is crowned



If I am the king, then you might be my fancy



The little ones

We gotta control all the little ones

All the little ones

We'll take the souls of the little ones

And that might be you



The little ones

We gotta control all the little ones

All the little ones

We'll take the souls of the little ones

And that might be you

The little ones

We gotta control all the little ones

All the little ones

We'll take the souls of the little ones

And that might be you