It is when the moon in howling and the sun is dead Whispers Of

It is when the moon in howling and the sun is dead Whispers
Of when the stars are blinding and the sky is ringing Whispers
Is when I seek to you, oh dear beloved! Shade Shade.

I feed on you: the life of night: Mr he and he of she Thank you
Sun has life, unlike the night
Thank you
I pray to you, goodbye dear moon; life is dead Silence.

—misanthropist