the dawn is not far off just one hour away it is always darkest just before the dawn that is why we say this as we tremble through the night 3:00 a.m. they call it the witching hour the things that are seen awaking dream Vivid howling and blind stumbling and writhing in secret Subterranean paths every sound is impressive upon your ears Topsy Turvy Shadows drape over the land casting doubt and fear you're waiting for the light of the Sun or perhaps any light will suffice you scream but your mouth doesn't move you're Frozen like the icy lake your breath Echoes In Your Ear no one can hear how much longer can it take the moments take on will there ever be the [Music] dawn I'm beginning to doubt I'm sad to say every day has become night and the enemy of God Our Shepherd and light has blocked his light and blocked the light of the sun eclipsed it taking your son hidden lied and now Darkness covers the land it is is the night and ghouls walk the streets people who'd kill you for a pocket change or even cruelty itself it's dystopian we watch the people as they drift off into becoming aliens demons sociopaths self-mutilating and binding blinding Factory and history are Grim Brothers in a world without the light of reason the dark con of man The Dark Night of the Soul 3:00 a.m. at the crossroads and time will not pass because it's move to fast but this is the task the reward and the treasure for surviving this night for being a beacon of light where ignorance steers the cart but let's not put the cart before the horse it's 303 and you're not out of the woods yet the bruised sky is darkening still a Blackness worse than the murder of death flickers off in the distance creeping towards you imperceptibly fast this madness can't last a shutter rocks your soul which at the time all this is feeling less than whole and your breath is gasping and holding stifled gagging there is someone behind you what do you do what can you do you run as fast as a kite off through the night high above the clouds and heading towards Dawn only you haven't moved a bit glassy eyed you're nothing but fear Frozen in time waiting for this Blackness to retreat to give up and go away to let way for light but no this NeverEnding night it is nearly set upon me its blinding Embrace a senseless hug a bliss in empty nonsense a maddened laugh as it takes my hand and leads me off into forever into the night it's 404 the witches and the who's and the halves and the this and the that all mixed up and thrown into a cauldron to Stew and elixir the fire makes no light I see but there is no light and the things I see cause me pain and disgust and jealousy and lust and I laugh aloud it is a deafening sound the darkness Retreats the feeling of oppressing hisses and rides as if it's in agony as hastily it Retreats the night is withering my back feels as if the weight has been lifted a lovely Haze has started to powder the sky and still I can hear the retreat of the night and finally he stands before me and stretches out his hand it glows with the light of a billion and Sons yet it does not hurt and it is a healing Revealing Light I dissolve in this light and wash away the person that I thought I was [Music] [Music] [Music] for