Calm me, shadow of the night
Call me when the time is right
Set upon me at your will
We both know that you can't kill
One who serves your ugly needs
Ready to confess your deeds
In the daylight, wrong or right
One who has become your knight.
It is known without a doubt
That from knighthood love can sprout
Like an evil thorny willow
Born to cause not joy but woe.
Even if your cause is crude
It will feast upon your shrewd
And contemptful actions still;
For a love requires thrill.
Voice your will upon me now
I have made my solemn vow
To commit my life to you
Though there's little I can do
Now that they know you are here
They are who you have to fear.
And you turn my head away
To the moonlight from the day
And corrode me so I run
Run until there is no sun
And forever in your dusk
I will be your faithful husk.
Nocturnal
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