Under the pall of silent twilight
In acts of timeless masquerade
I'm just a queer sneaky servant
Of the another sleepless night

I look outside through empty window
My pupils melts and turns to dots
I'm stuck in world of half-light limbo
In world of eagerness and rot

I leave behind my sacred corner
And step on trace of moonlit gore
I'll find another wistful owner
Of thing that I so wish to store

The next devout one is wasted
I've got next soul for private mourning
Next night I'll rise to be rehashed
I rouse tonight to die in morning