Soiled are they who walk with the night,
No laughter gayiety,
only fear and flight
Crimson eyes look down
For polite society continues to frown
We are the children of the night
doing what we must
advoiding people of light
"good people" they are called
then who is it that visits us in the dead of the night?
Angels look down at us
their eyes tear at our soiled skin
No one to blame but ourselves the preacher would say
If only they knew the truth.....
