Из альбома: Folk Songs of the American Longhair
Black is the night
Full is the moon
So strange the starlight
Down here below.
Black is the night.
Across the land.
No good or evil.
No soul of man.
Black is the night
Upon our prayers.
Just like the darkness
We’ve come to fear
Black is the night.
Black is the night
We crawl in shade.
Twisted and whored
Yonder the godless miles above
In ash of dreams
With souls of smoke
Upon our bodies
Just flesh and bone
At death we weep
In black we mourn
We’re born in darkness
Same way we’ll go
Black is the night
Black is the night
But so full the moon
So full the moon
In ash of dreams
With souls of smoke
Black is the night
Black is the night
Let it come through