We greet the night with sorrow
Calling to the fiends of ages past
We fear the sight of the morrow
For the burdens that fall unto thee
Fall down far around your side
Tears of decay and your life
Sleep in your eyes
It beckons our hearts to go on
I call you to the sorrows
I am the flame of the night
Child, do not weep
For your fate; peace
We greet the night with sorrow
Calling to the fiends of ages past
We fear the sight of the morrow
For the burdens that fall unto thee
The fate of your heart
It lies in your mind
And the way will be lit
And guide shall speak
Now child go forth
Into a forest of hope
Nought but a whisper
The arbour silence
Spark into the night
Ough!