Dead of Night - Steel Engraved

They are not the holy men oh no

They own the night and take control

Between nightfall and daybreak they call

I pray the lord to take my soul

You are under their spell and you can’t escape

The magic of night they celebrate

Pulsating life under neon lights

Don’t be scared of creatures of the night

Follow them, the guard of the shadows

They hide until the light of day grows

The saint is turning into the sinner

The world’s guard of shadows

Moved into wickedness

In twilight they will rise again