In the dark of night fall the masks of morality, denied
sensations in the light of day.
It's the testimony of a suffered nocturnal humanity.
Where the angels fall in the abyss of the hell?
Waiting for the sunset, awaiting to be free, now the blood and
flesh feed the soul.
It's the testimony of a suffered nocturnal humanity.
Where the angels fall in the abyss of the hell?
Where would you end, in heaven or in hell, in dark of the night
or in lies of day?
In dark of the night fall the masks of morality, denies
sensations in the light of day...