We Are the Night

Our fury is the virtue of flames

Eternal emperor of man

The heavens have fallen again

This midnight meeting of external ghost lingers on, and on

We prey upon existence, our reality

Shrouded in wakeless nightmares

And they prey within

On these heavenly creatures in bliss

We are the congregation

We are unholy rites

Our fury is the virtue of flames

We are the night

Ecstasy feeds our sin

Dark flowers of hell bleeding

Divinity taste like dying god kissed by mad man

Suffering, an eternity of pain

Pleasure to kill

All sorrow by deaths meeting

At doors beyond darkness

We are the congregation

We are unholy rites

Our fury is the virtue of flames

We are the night

There's beauty under moonlight's stare

This gathering of primal fears

The hunt is our sacrament of lust

Feeding hunger in blood to dust

We are the congregation

We are unholy rites

Our fury is the virtue of flames

We are the night

We are the congregation

We are unholy rites

Our fury is the virtue of flames

We are the night