The Night Has A Thousand Eyes Lyrics
Exalted saints of flesh and willFall into the opaque silk that is the nightWe are the provenance of fear and the heralds of the profaneCall 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 breadSo infantile and yet so ripe
Vital Remains The Night Has A Thousand Eyes