Night can conceal a despicable doom Out of its fiery and crimson fumes And makes such sordid enemies arise From its clouded and horrendous disguise Knowing your love for what we assume the form of, With pretexts specious, not without a reason Minds that in silence Lucifer aroused, Addicted to shine and stand in glory For only chimes proclaim his victory Over all the enslaving cosmic laws Knowing your love for what we assume the form of, With pretexts specious, not without a reason, Accustom your spirits to infamous poison Thus we lead our people far from the reach of God Not all are worth a light so strong But to your talent they seem naught - It stings and burns. It steeps our thoughts When you radiate so right along