As the light of the day slowly fades away When our memories are all that remains Do we fly into the past of play our endgame? There's a case to be made, either way
As the light of the day slowly fades away Let the coming night perform its shadow-play If there's anything you need, just ask Mephistopheles Always kind with a trick up his sleeve
As the light of the day slowly fades away See the sky open like a shallow grave And everything it frees with a rattle and a wheeze In the end like so many fallen leaves
