In the dark of the night we are demons in silence
In the light of the moon we are the storm of the damned
In the heat of the wild we are the bloodred horizon
Stand anywhere we land

In the call of the wild we are the thunder and lightning
In the roar of the fight we are the sword in your rear
In the heart of the night we are the call of the sirens
Near anytime you fear

We are the dark of the night
We are the sermon of fight
We bring the nightside sacred and wild

In the light of the morning we are preachers and tyrants
By the break of the dawn we are the dark of the land
By the first of the sunlight we are strong as the bible
Stand anywhere we land

When the dark of the night [bad word] we stand up as wild men
When the land of the living dies we rise from the dead
When the last of the sun has gone or exile
We head sanctify the dead

We are the dark of the night
We are the sermon of fight
We bring the nightside sacred and wild