Evening is the mood I wear
The bare ground, the bare bone
As above, so below
As within, without, I roam
Tonight the wolves will win
Spirit foaming from their mouths
Angelic conversations
Whispering profane wisdoms
From out of the dark of night, swallowed
The bare ground, the bare bone
As above, so below
As within, without, I roam
Tonight the wolves will win
Spirit foaming from their mouths
Angelic conversations
Whispering profane wisdoms
From out of the dark of night, swallowed