The Morningstar burns up the dusk
Its torch sheds light on pallid greys
Flakes of snow drifting liquid frantic
Moon drowning in spilled blackness
Poured from wounded skies

The dust of fallen stars still glints
Within the empty void of silent woods
Star-light slices seeping wounds
Through midnight�s muddy flesh
Eyes open wide, paleness glowing bright

Inhale the night -
Inhale the breath of night!

Chorus:Hail the Morningstar -
Bringer of the Light!
Praised be the Blood -
Blessed, liquid Life!
To inhale the night
Eyes are open wide -
Embracing failing, dying light!