Children of the Night

In the mystic gloaming with the wicked ever roaming You worship at the alter of the moon so full and bright Long before the morning you get hit without warning You go reeling in the darkness ne'er again to see the light Tethered to forever and the children of the night And those shadows are dancing in the breeze Little thorny fingers reach out to you from the trees And no-one lays a rose upon the grave The summer it has ended and we are not yet saved Lost in lonely hours with the weak and withered flowers You've been gazing through the window at the funeral delight In the darkness flowing where the price is never knowing You've been searching through the signals slowly fading out of sight Tripping through the ether with the children of the night And those shadows are dancing in the breeze Little thorny fingers reach out to you from the trees And no-one lays a rose upon the grave The summer it has ended and we are not yet saved Under stars a-shining where the carnivores are dinning You scream a burning question about the spirits plight Down on your knees under thorny crooked trees You wonder if there ever was a choice of wrong or right Or were you just abandoned Dead but still standing Just a graveyard ghost and the children of the night And those shadows are dancing in the breeze Little thorny fingers reach out to you from the trees And no-one lays a rose upon the grave The summer it has ended and we are not yet saved Those shadows are dancing in the breeze Little thorny fingers reach out to you from the trees And no-one lays a rose upon the grave The summer it has ended and we are not yet saved No we are not yet saved The light has turned its back on you There's nothing left for you but the dark The light has turned its back on you There's nothing left for you but the dark Nothing but the dark