I can't wait for the night, the darkness keeps me warm
The smell of mystery lingers, in this notebook I'm sworn
The moon tells a tale of people who have come and past
I can read the words and see the wretched past
As the sun goes down I can hear my name
They whisper in the breeze I feel no pain
The smell of death approaches. I welcome the host of the night
The wings of time bring it down on me, I see the dust in its prime
I walk along the earth, the light of the moon in my eyes
I think of this life together, I bury my face as I cry!
As the sun goes down I can hear my name!
They whisper in the breeze I feel no pain!