Black Nightingale

Bird of the midnights dream
Flying and fighting it would seem
the darkness empty, but so intense
It makes me wonder of the imense

The pain the sorrow as it bleeds through my lips
My pain my fire in my finger tips
A violent spasm of flight and fight
A deadly fight of insense so tight

My days are ruled by demons and death
While my nights fly towards the heaven's with darkness and meth
Of vision's so clear I wonder and it would seem
That only I could let it dream

My vision my fright of imensity stings
And the vision of the light that it brings
A bright being fight of imensity and fright
In the night I can bring out that fight

Insense burning in the night
Don't you see me
You visionless mortal of fright
I hide in your dreams and make you see

That the vision I make will make you see
That the darkness inside will finally feed
Of mystery and terror of the night
And my bite will seem the destroyer of light