We were here Roaming on the endless prairie Writing an endless story Building a Walden of our own Grieving the saddened faces Conquering the darkest places Time to rest now and to finish the show And become the music, one with alpenglow Together we slay

The silvern light - a stannite glow The primal night - of the darkened vault Under the welkin dark Solemn chants will soar The immemorial Songs of the wise To declare the rise Of the night-born Of glinting dew

Singing la lalalalala la la And the night over London lay At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets, they go searching, to see God in their own way Save the nighttime for your

Leave me be A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the never ending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defences Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of

Too be the north star in the dark night sky I'll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up) 'Cause I'll be high up in the sky And I'll always be there, I will always be there Yes, I could die To be the north star in the dark night sky Shit got

Pray for one last chance to prove we all belong Through the dark nights and cold days while time marches on In this life, we're running out of days We're running out of time, ignoring it's a crime No regrets, just one shot at glory Is all we got before

(Conceived) Give me your hand (and born was one of light) Blood is spilt and man will follow (Rain and dark) Raise your head and taste the courage (the one of light) Fall from grace, unholy night I've come here to kill you Won't leave until you've died

And I think to myself what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not