The Day of Night

The day of the night, Whats wrong and whats right. Whos to say we are alone, by ourself in our homes. As darkness creeps slowly in, your blood will burn with all your sin. When heaven falls and angels cry, The rest of the world will surely die. But as of me Ill still be here, while my death draws slowly near. And as my blood drips to the floor, The devil knocks upon my door. I moan in pain and close my eyes, My soul he claims for his prize.