I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes.
And I have been one acquainted with the night.
This is the last pinnacle left to face,
An indefinite statement of time.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Dark ends darkness; man ends mankind.
No, there is no dawn.
This silent rock is turning black,
Opaque from the ceaseless.
Our final cause is yours.
The traveled street is a vein of blood,
And we will rest amongst its whisper.
Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey.
Our sleep amongst the earthly day.
Life is a broken glass; drink from the shards.
Forgive us of our blasphemies,
In passing time our souls will stand ajar.
Wider than the sky, that is what we are.
Time is surely a loaded gun -
For it has the power to kill,
Without the power to die.
I have been one acquainted with the night,
Opaque from the ceaseless.