The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

We rose from the earth and fell from the heavens Exaltes saints of flesh and will Fall into the opaque silk that is the night We are the provenance of fear and the heralds of the profane Call us fiends (oh, the apostasy Call us demons (oh, the apostasy) But we are just wolves in our right, hunting and feasting on the human bread So infantile and yet so ripe