The Song of the Night

With jagged claws and demon’s wings,
Justice falls, be it on thieves or kings
Stone by day and flight by night,
May the wicked die in fright

With skin of fur and mask of man,
They’ve had no place since time began
With moon in its glory full,
Beware night, lest your blood pool

In cave and tomb, a monster sleeps
And in the town families weep
With fangs long and dripped in blood
They mark their path with death’s flood

And yet these three have a common enemy
The ignorance of man has no loyalty
Only by faith and trust will these races
Be able to put each other through their paces





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