When the Night has come
You dive yourself in fear
You panic, don't face it
You saw the Lord, oh dear
Shining with the stars
Angels screaming at your ears
Disclaim it, you're aching
Make sure your eyes are clear
Isn't it beauty for you to see?
Isn't it all what they meant it would be?
You look surprised
You realize
That the fools have to stop spreading lies
Of Black Moth tears
And when the Night is gone
You'll still be waiting here
Demons being assholes
Laughs, jokes and haughty jeers
Through the Angel's sky
Your Happiness disappears
Gods are no good at all
Their reputation smears
Isn't the same as you lived last years?
Isn't it all that has brought you here?
You look surprised
You realize
That the fools have to stop spreading lies
Of Black Moth tears
Composição: Pietra Zanco Mazarotto, Pedro Paulo Henriques de Abreu, Henrique Souza Sanchez, Thiago de Souza Paschoim