Hovering over mind’s dark death
Shunned by the pestilence of the Sun
Bathe naked in the Moon’s chill breath
Futile cause by time outrun
At Night’s Edge do our spirits lie
Feeding on a carrion feast of souls
At Night’s Edge gather souls to die
Loud the bell of lies now tolls
Through dark skies our spirits fly
Darkling spirits of the dead unborn
Mock helpless innocence soon to die
Reap children as the bloodied corn
We are the dead, Night’s Edge calls
Rise the harbingers of broken doom
Rise swiftly now as the black night falls
Throats gush blood into the tomb
Night’s Edge calls the fading sky
The stars bleed tears into the womb
Night’s children stir the dark and cry
Night’s breath swells the pregnant tomb
Night’s birth at the edge of Dark
All broken flesh suffused with night
The bruised and bloodied broken lark
Falls from heaven’s accursed light
Night’s Edge!
Night’s Edge!
Night’s Edge!
Ron