The Unsung Nights

Quenching the demanding light of the day, 
Raging against the dawn, 
Against the screams of the damned,
this silent night has come. 

Holding the essence of collateral beauty, 
To massacre masked angels, 
To resurrect the true dead devils,
this night has come to crumb. 

The terrains now, they imbue blood,
The lustre of the metals now decay,
To effuse hollow sounds,
This night has come to glum. 

It's cold outside. It's cold within.
This black fuels thoughts, it banishes the staged world.
The wolves would howl just to be silent once again.
This night has come to numb. 

It sees your movements. 
It feels your heart.
The dark clouds run the sky,
The thunder strikes to decry.
This night has come for you to succumb. 

Aversion, squabbles rule over our race. 
Promises, lies smile on our face.
The dark shades, they need to go down beneath this cold Earth. 
The poetry, the life would take a rebirth,
Rebirth with the touch of death.
It'd be the first and the last of it's kind.  
This night has come to bleed in black, die in black. 
This night has come to change.
It has come to burn down the misery.
This night has come to set you free.