Some things only appear at night: frightening things, magical things, things that wouldn't appear during the day. And, in the darkness, you do things that you would never consider doing while it is light. Because, before the dawn, everything is permitted. You are the night and the night is yours. Now... what will you do with it?
Has anyone ever noticed how much cooler everything is when you do it at night? There’s something about those hours of darkness that has always fascinated me. Magic, moonlight, mystery. All of those things are only really real when there’s no harsh light of day with its’ cruel and cold logic.
Have you ever been awake and staring out of your window at three in the morning when you know you should be asleep? It feels as though the rest of the world is sleeping and you’re the only one awake. Even if you’re surrounded by other people, you feel special – as if whatever you do now holds some air of secrecy because it is only worth doing wrapped in the blanket of night. You can do things – special dark things – and you can love people – people who live in the night... like you.
Straight from hell
Fires are roaring and the furies are raging
Somewhere in the tunnels a banshee is wailing
I swear in the darkness
I saw dead men parading
And have no respect for the live
In the darkest of shadows on the darkest of nights
There’s a gun in a hand, getting ready to fight
The sewers are crawling
Towards the home of the dead
And the sirens scream out their toll
White splits the night, a silver-black ghost
Running wild and free
Spewing flame from a barrel
Gunning like a bat straight from hell
The banshee wails on in the fires that surround
The sirens were too late to save the boy with the gun
He put a bullet in his head
And another in the ground
The dead men are rising again
Didn’t see the curve and went straight over the edge
Lying twisted and torn at the foot of a cliff
Bleeding to death and defeated
He saw his own heart rise from his chest
Screaming like a bat straight from hell