Lady Night - Aurium

Some evil times the wrath becomes me

Sometimes it plays with my guitars

It always moves smoothly down my strings

Passes me on to a new disguise

But never shall the wrath become me

Never shall it spill the wine

Or dine upon my childish little gown

Meant to erase your bloody evening frown

Skip the sorries and don’t matters

forget about my soul’s shatters

leave me be with the evil sun

the good moon must outrun…