Blood on the snow
Dirt in my mouth
The unheard truths
The suppressed lies
A fresh wreath
A molding cradle
A needle through my skin
A stitch through my vein
A gunshot bleeds into the cerulean sky
A firework colors the murky abyss overhead
The sun frowns
The moon smiles
The cimmerian sisters unite.
The ashen brothers rub their hands with delight.
We are children of the night.
Thieves of the daylight fun.
We inhabit the dark corners your dilated pupils fear to see.
We refuse the day,
Bow down to the dusk.
We rise from the scabs of the earth
The more you pull us apart,
The longer we sustain.
The grit shines on our grim faces
A pair of piercing eyes in a tunnel
A blade of silver
A whip of crimson
It is us. This is we.
The children of the night.
So close your doors.
Shut your windows.
The monsters under your bed have fled.
To take over the world.
One night at a time.
Routine shall be destroyed.
Conformity demolished.
Clocks will be upturned.
For we are,
Yes we are,
Children of the night.
