Nightly Mass

Candlelight lights up the dark
Some mysterious surrounds us
We have gathered us
To pay homage to the darkness
To call the black monarch
The moon is in the sky
And the stars look down
Like glittering eyes
The flames of candles are
Blowing with the wind
The flames of fire are
Blazing into the sky
We call the master
And for a moment we are
One with the moon
One with the stars
One with the sky
One with the universe
And our spiritual forces
Are creating picture of him
Mythical winds are getting up
Snow is falling from the sky
It is turning red
When it's falling from the sky
Black clouds are obscuring the sky
For a short time the moon disappears
Slowly the candles are burning down
The night is over and the day begins
It is time to hide us from rays of the sun
Slowly the day opens its red eyes
And a new nightmare begins