I can't wait for the night, the darkness keeps me warm The smell of mystery lingers, in this notebook I'm sworn The moon tells a tale of people who have come and past I can read the words and see the wretched past As the sun goes down I can hear my name They whisper in the breeze I feel no pain The smell of death approaches. I welcome the host of the night The wings of time bring it down on me, I see the dust in its prime I walk along the earth, the light of the moon in my eyes I think of this life together, I bury my face as I cry! As the sun goes down I can hear my name! They whisper in the breeze I feel no pain!