In the name of the night
We all rise from underground.
Obscure, feel the dark, cold, and marginalized.
Crawl every dark side of the day, just to find something we can trust.
Only night can accept the tension of the filth.
We are furious, we are angry, we are nausea.
Quiet!, turn off the light.
In the name of pure black, we are the bloody golden teeth.