As the cold night dawns, the Dark-ones’ countenances light up,
They are shivering in anticipation of all the pleasure the night gives to them;
And the warm daylight dims as my mood is lifted up.
I am calm in hope of all the pleasure I get from the night.
All through the night, the Dark-ones indulge.
They do and become things too dark to be mentioned openly;
Whilst I put my soul to rest,
As I fall into the arms of Light-God.
The secrecy of the night warms their cold souls.
Their actions come from dark thoughts and need no light to carry them out.
But the solitude of the night cools my passionate veins;
And my words come from a living spirit and need not be loud.
The night will come when they shall sleep like other men.
But it is not this night!
The night will come when I sleep like they shall.
But this night my spirit is at its peak.
This night they grow and weave darkness,
As though they intend to stop the sunlight from shining at dawn.
This night I am up and bright,
Preparing the way before dawn for the sun to shine.
For even if evil successfully lays its egg,
And hatches into a virile spawn before daylight,
Light can still shine in the belly of the darkness,
And it shall run through the evil spawn with the sword of sunlight.