The night has a thousand eyes

We rose from the earth and fell from the heavens

Exaltes saints of flesh and will

Fall into the opaque silk that is the night

We are the provenance of fear and the heralds of the profane

Call us fiends (oh, the apostasy

Call us demons (oh, the apostasy)

But we are just wolves in our right, hunting and

feasting on the human bread

So infantile and yet so ripe