Night is high

We are waiting for moon-rising
To unleash the creepy fear
That is welcomed by grim shining
Locking sacred things within

Far within
As dead as shining
Of the sun we wait to die

Would you like to listen
Would you like to see paths
Painted by the crimson
Rrunning through our hearts?

Can you read that symbols
Upon bark or wet wood?
Can you tell about
Things you carved here too?

Ch.:
While night is high
Would you like to stay with me by my side?
While night is dead
No one have to think about things are sad
While night is here
We have time to open hearts and clearly see
Darkness is high too
And guides us by the path we always wanna to

Somewhere in the shadows
Somewhere far underneath
There is whisper sounds
About all the things

Would you like to follow
Ancient traces unseen
If I’m the one to borrow
Interest in your dream?

While night is high
We share old secrets of nine worlds
Hidden from the sun
But still in whispers are told

Coda:
While night is hung
Everything we hide from sun can be sung
While night is mild
I would like to listen
I would like to read
Everything of everything sacred and wild

08/03/2016 - 11/03/2016