Cold blows the wind, on a grey summer eve, The song of the night is approaching. The night mother is weeping tonight for her loss, Her mood says to all, she's unbalanced. Her tears fall on those who accept her tonight, But all those who take shelter go hungry. The song of the night is hear once again, The mother of darkness is listening. Sadness and fear are the lyrics to this, And rumbling, and mayhem the music. Flashes of light are now burning the night, But the mother will surely take vengeance. The night mother whispers sweet words filled with hate, And again the night ends with a sunrise...
