solemn night, solemn night,
let us ride upon the whiskfull flight,
of the winds of the gentle breeze,
of the sounds that are sickle like

twisted noise, distorted minds,
solemn lights shine upon the feeble kind,
curse, this cursed repugnant tongue,
condemn these convulated sounds of the solemn night

find the jewel, or toss this meat,
to the gallows or incinerating heat,
curse, this cursed repugnant mind,
condemn this god of deceit

words can cripple, actions can kill,
why words of wisdom, shall deem the mind ill,
the good grasps of such great heights,
lies within raging hearts, of minds that we do not feel

thus let us ride upon this solemn night,
above all, forget thee unfaithful plight,
of the winds of the gentle breeze,
of the sounds that are sickle like...

cheers,
josh