If the darkness again descended on all And a few tortured dreams cried feebly their want Would glory be left, to your lives, in the Fall In the sad dimming light of a setting sun?
And far in the distance a ship's fog horn soars then faced with the terrors of night does descend And as loneliness creeps from behind closed doors primordial pleasures our solitude rend
All barriers raised against dark glooms of thought "Let the world wreck havoc with those left outside" Some souls would be sold tonight and some bought while the pale lights of Nox's dark eyes abide.
It's been long since I fed on a trembling soul "You've no right to condemn me - Satiated we rest" As the Puppeteer's will orchestrates our role, so the Spider must call more guests to its fest.
And alone as I close my shutters to Night an ecstatic shudder sings hymns in my blood I will suffer once more the pain of my bite Another soul lost to the province of God.
My back to the night I face you as before In the kingdom of Loving Want reigns supreme This night! In this place! It is You I adore, Yes! Tonight burns for You the expectant gleem.
In my arms you will soar It's my dreams you embrace And in working their need I will balad your lust You shall come to my birthing! and watch as I die... In what arms are we born To be murdered by trust?
As the storm swallos whole those left in the street And your final murmur is choked in my calm Just outside beats the anxious patter of feet to the fading, last note, of your dying sun.