The Sun gathers his weak soldiers of light
and retreats beyond ancestral hills
to cure them, for another day of fight.

The night makes haste to spread her mute attack
cutting breaths with swords of sleep
and bringing back from buried times
the flawless darkness of the Universe.

The howling voices of imprisoned souls
chant in choir to praise their Queen
for answering their summoning.

The Moon is covered in the shiny blood
of Sun's soldiers,
a prevailing decoration,
for the holy priest of night,
that pours into the world
kites of illusions
to tempt them all.

And the stars are evil lurkers
that guard the edges of Black Kingdom,
this land of sin and doom.