Patrick Park - The Long Night текст песни

There's a chill upon the air
And days are down and dire
And all our doubt grows wings

And our wickedness conspires

No one will sleep soundly
In this tangled web of spite
We're in for a long night

The relentless beat of time
Will take its heavy-handed toll
Til the hurt runs through your veins
From pole to icy pole

And the ones you love so well
Have all been lost from sight
Into the long night

Until the hand no longer holds
Fast the man-made blade
And blood for blood our debt
In hollow ground is laid

We'll greet each other blindly
In the absence of all light
Afraid of the long night
Afraid of the long night