Cryhavoc

When the dusk lays hands on the town of misery
The light attracts all you children of light
Every night pilgrimace is part of your mystery
Towards the light... towards the last flight...
Fly... towards the light like all the moths in the night
Fly like it would be your last flight
I rise... on my jet-black wings and fly through the smoke
I see you as my queen when the chrysalis has broken
Again the shadows grow and lights begin to glow
It's time for new moon, that's why the army grows
Now this, then that light is everywhere
Which one you choose... I'll be there
Fly... towards the light like all the moths in the night
Fly like it would be your last flight