[bad word] now my children, please gather and lay 
The light will soon burn 
Out of the fires that brought us the day 
Your Queen will return 

I'll bring you your prize, a feast that is blessed 
Here at the sunrise it's now you must rest 
And dream of the night we break through the dome 
And finally are sure that we have found home 

Little children, do not fear 
Little children, I am here 
My sweet children do not weep 
All my children go to sleep