Darkness scorns the fallen light
The troubled son greets love with spite
And these well-worn tragedies
Are the sombre ways of beauty's decree

When the shrew leaves the long grass
He's caught in the glassy, long glance
The veils that protect are ripped
Exist and then don't exist

He patrols the night
From ultra high
He patrols the night

The hunting owl he'll come into sight
Like a cloud blown across the night
He'll cover the moon in your sky
Put you in shadow from ultra high

He patrols the night
From ultra high
He patrols the night

Caught up by it
Talons are gripped
You're gone through a crack in the night
Wings cover the moonlight
A black falling sky

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Writer(s): Conrad Lambert