The Blackest Night - Holy Grail

At night he creeps he darkened streets

The stench of death upon his breath

Truth be told of devil’s gold in his words of wisdom

A well received hypocrisy, deliver me from hell

Rage!

Fire!

Born of your desire

Rain!

Fire!

In the blackest night

The child sleeps in ivory sheets

A live nightmare, yet unaware

A tender soul in his control beneath the silent heavens

Preys upon the younger ones, deliver them to hell

Rage!

Fire!

Born of your desire

Rain!

Fire!

In the blackest night

Been down the lonely road

No more time to waste

I’ll drown the rolling sun

Then I’ll turn away

I’ll take you to your knees

Your phantom overlord

My temper’s on the line

You’ve been defied, revenge denied

Rage!

Fire!

Born of your desire

Rain!

Fire!

In the blackest night