There is a life in twilight, found in the gloaming light
Day extinguished, as creatures that come out at night
Make the appearance, making sounds of dark delight
Howling an inner fire, the bestial instincts gives sight
Farewell day, the gray comes soon, and then of course
As the children of the dark dance, seeking the source
A struggle between the living and the dead at the core
Flesh weaves its story, in the end, we die, without glory
