They are the eternal
Night fellows
They are upon the trees

Inside the caves
And in dark cities
They listen, sing, howl


In splendid harmony
With the voices of thunder


Ah, they are our brothers
In the name of creation


It is the wolf
With its a abominable cry

It is the bat
With its endless thirst
It is the owl

With is scary angry
It is the crow
Messenger of darkness

It is nature's arise
Oh, it is the man
Who awakens at midnight

In the philosophy of darkness

Ah, they are our brothers

In the name of creation