the night is the blood, Count,
the soft blanket that keeps your dead limbs warm,
'the calm that settles o’er'
for in the night, you are alone,
'walking away, leaving behind
all the rest of humanity.'
alone
to' feel the life around me, growing.
The trees, the grass, they give me peace. '
And all alone
to' gaze up to the stars.
the powers hear my troubles out
And give me answers to my queries.'
, born from darkness, dead for centuries,
this child of the night embraces the wisdom
he has gained only from the shadow of his existance
well written, with intelligence
and wisdom
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the night is the blood, Count, the soft blanket that keeps your dead limbs warm, 'the calm that settles o’er' for in the night, you are alone, 'walking away, leaving behind all the rest of humanity.' alone to' feel the life around me, growing. The trees, the grass, they give me peace. ' And all alone to' gaze up to the stars. the powers hear my troubles out And give me answers to my queries.' , born from darkness, dead for centuries, this child of the night embraces the wisdom he has gained only from the shadow of his existance well written, with intelligence and wisdom