And then there was this night, when the clock struck twelve for the first time.
There beat the hollow of the day, what the sunshine could not fade.
Skies violet and the twilight, red.
No there is no place for faith.
The bats are off to dens, there will be another moment again.
Incubus of the dark,
appear also when the mind is lurking in the past.
Can I hear a Hallelujah ?
Can I hear an Amen?
Can I know how many have been tormented by evil?
Can I see the marks you have put on your spirit?
As the filth rises, they come in with their foul stench.
From the alleys of the conduit,
That were shut and sealed.
Do you feel what I am saying?
Do you know who haunt,
Its not the dead but the ones who rise with dawn,
and we call it human.
If there is care, its for the flesh,
If there is love,
There is absence of love.
And that is why the bells toll…far amidst the horizon of the dead…