I'm reading book as old as the world.
Letters are shining like a gold
I'm decorating the body and the face with them
He comes at night
Called with their power.
He comes at night
Screams of angels and voices of stars
All round with echo are spreading.
This toy isn't for a fun...
Fear all of a sudden is collaring me
This way naked and barefooted
The hot touch is diffusing the fear
He comes at night
He comes at night
I'm standing like a statue
Dark power is taking me out.
And I'm rising a hand, the Heaven is opening.
I'm rising a second (hand), the Hell is uncovering
The winner is the second - I'm walking up to the Gate.
And near (the Gate) I'm dying, behind I will be born!
This toy isn't for a fun...
In the day on my knees I'm praying nigh
He comes at night
The first time in my life, to God I'm singing
to come. But what for?
Because when the sun is hiding the face
Desire is killing the fear
In the darkness everything has a different shape
He comes at night