The Night - Aurelio Voltaire

The day is the wife whom I elude

The one to whom I should be right

Although forewarned by peers and kin

I always get into the night

Mother always warned me such

Being a nocturnal soul

Besides just being simply strange

Spawns from some illness of the mind

'Cause the night, she calls me

She calls me

She calls me

She calls me

She sways in her velvet dress

And pulls me towards her in the dark

While the others rest

While the others rest

While the others rest

Heed the call the time has come

For all you children of the night

Gather 'round like suckling dogs

Mother’s come, she is the night

Come with me to the other side

Make the girl in black your bride

'Cause the night, she calls me

She calls me

She calls me

She calls me

She sways in her velvet dress

And pulls me towards her in the dark

While the others rest

While the others rest

While the others rest

It just seems very strange to me

That her quiet lonely streets

And draped in all her mystery

Could be so sweet and comforting

'Cause the night, she calls me

She calls me

She calls me

She calls me

She sways in her velvet dress

And pulls me towards her in the dark

While the others rest

While the others rest

While the others rest