The night falls with a silent cry,
As the curtains close,
The demons surround us,
With whispers of a spell,
The scarlet heart of ours, blackens.
Then they, smother our mind with madness.
Now, we run wild, soulless and restless.
Puppeteered by them, we pray to survive the night.
let us find a sanctuary,
Till the dawn rises to a new day, again
-A.S-
