Some things demand to be left in the night.

There is an ancient secret

hidden deep within the night

that causes the heart to tremor

for winged beasts take flight

to prowl about the night

hunting down sacred souls

to cast into the flames of Hell

Join us in the hatred of forsaken grace

an unholy face

pale eyes to see the screaming bleeding lives

of those who remain in flames

they cannot be saved from the relentless night

consumed with unatainable escape

from their inevitable fate

The demons torment their prey

with false hope of freedom

with the torture of waiting to be taken

never knowing when it will happen

but knowing there is no redemption from it

Time is running out...

Hush now, child

do not weep

tears cannot save you

hush now, child

it will all be over soon

no more fear. no more pain.

Hush now, child

the hunters musn't hear

they shall come soon enough

cloaked in black with swift attack

Hush now, child

do not fear eternity

it waits for us all

Hush now, child...

sleep now...dream of the sunset on the placid waters of Eden

of the sweet gentle breeze on your weary body

rest there, sweet child.

Rest in the quiet glade

breath in the kind air

listen to the trickling water off the smooth stones

Rest here, child.

Rest in peace.