Night can conceal a despicable doom
Out of its fiery and crimson fumes
And makes such sordid enemies arise
From its clouded and horrendous disguise
Knowing your love for what we assume the form of,
With pretexts specious, not without a reason
Minds that in silence Lucifer aroused,
Addicted to shine and stand in glory
For only chimes proclaim his victory
Over all the enslaving cosmic laws
Knowing your love for what we assume the form of,
With pretexts specious, not without a reason,
Accustom your spirits to infamous poison
Thus we lead our people far from the reach of God
Not all are worth a light so strong
But to your talent they seem naught -
It stings and burns. It steeps our thoughts
When you radiate so right along
