Hand of Night

Oh, dark, beautiful Night What terrors do Your winds hold. If the skies suddenly cracked Would all be at an end Or would You only unleash Your fury So that lessor beings might tremble in awe Would You let us live on to tell of Your glory To make all mortals see Your grandeur Would You not stay Your raging hand Until the night gave out and the day prevailed Or would You crush the day And rule us with Your darkness forever.