Those Who Walk By The Night
Airton S
We are those who walk by the night
Feel this cold air, feel these sudden fright
Colours and sounds are easy to recognize
They frame our sacred time to die
We are those who walk by the night
Alucinogenous fruits of the garden of delight
If until the dawn you've got to survive
Don't give a fuck about anything, it's alright
We are those who walk by the night
Making lots of troubles starting lots of fights
These are our most precious religious rytes
It makes me feel alive, it makes me feel so fine
Sometimes angels, sometimes cenobytes