I cannot rest when the sun sleeps. The moon mocks me with her hallowed glow. I can hear the whispers of the long dead Night, her inky black blood cries out to her brothers and sisters and father. The pale shadow of her memory calls out for vengeance.
When the Sun Sleeps
When the Sun Sleeps
When the Sun Sleeps
I cannot rest when the sun sleeps. The moon mocks me with her hallowed glow. I can hear the whispers of the long dead Night, her inky black blood cries out to her brothers and sisters and father. The pale shadow of her memory calls out for vengeance.