Under the pale, lies-strangled skies Night rises from the horizon Life stops running without reason, It seems; Therefore rejoice! Ye that dies It relieves briefly those who fast, The sun defiled and dazed within its flames Thus revealing all things we overcame Meanwhile the herald says, "At last... Unlawful spirits and worn-out fools, Though still hostile that is certain! The accuser is unrestrained and whole As night restores the starless realm, Thus we wear this draft as our curtain, Bewitching shadows, dense and dark Where light is mended in secret ploys That no delusion can destroy" And near the abyss, old tunes play on For the flock that welcomes sundown The aftermath of this vision Will lead to cosmic excision Life stops running forevermore, indeed; Therefore triumph! Ye that swore Allegiance to an old outcast, That god rebuked and voiced as a madman Thus covering all frauds and wicked plans In the midst of the mournful past Sundown! Irresistible Night, establishes your reign; While an odour of graves Through massive darkness spreads And on the depth's margin, will our enemies tread Upon unseen creatures, and the wrath of their strain Sundown!