The way of Night.

Inhale the fumes of burning double-base,
Play with your burning propulsion,
Gone in a flash of flying lead,
Heated and molten in anger's fire...

My nightmare lives in daytime daydreams,
The stalker is my lover's vengeance,
I will hunt him down and kill him,
I hope he doesn't get me first.

Hallucinate in a crimson flaring,
See the world through the eye of a flash hider.
All the fiends.  This world's a stage-
The Actor's method is their madness.
The antidote is made in jars of stone.
This time, this place, and this way alone.

To hunt the night is no secret,
The thing I need is nowhere found,
The graveyard mine is rotten through,
The skeleton key can't find the lock.
All this world a crimson stage,
Dust and ash and sheets of rage.....