We Are the Night

Our fury is the virtue of flames

Eternal emperor of man
The heavens have fallen again
This midnight meeting of external ghost lingers on, and on

We prey upon existence, our reality
Shrouded in wakeless nightmares
And they prey within
On these heavenly creatures in bliss

We are the congregation
We are unholy rites
Our fury is the virtue of flames
We are the night

Ecstasy feeds our sin
Dark flowers of hell bleeding
Divinity taste like dying god kissed by mad man

Suffering, an eternity of pain
Pleasure to kill
All sorrow by deaths meeting
At doors beyond darkness

We are the congregation
We are unholy rites
Our fury is the virtue of flames
We are the night

There's beauty under moonlight's stare
This gathering of primal fears
The hunt is our sacrament of lust
Feeding hunger in blood to dust

We are the congregation
We are unholy rites
Our fury is the virtue of flames
We are the night

We are the congregation
We are unholy rites
Our fury is the virtue of flames
We are the night



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Lopes, Ross H Friedman, Jonathan Sheehan Morency
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