Dead Of Night

They are not the holy men oh no
They own the night and take control
Between nightfall and daybreak they call
I pray the lord to take my soul

You are under their spell and you can't escape
The magic of night they celebrate
Pulsating life under neon lights
Don't be scared of creatures of the night
Follow them, the guard of the shadows
They hide until the light of day grows

The saint is turning into the sinner
The world's guard of shadows
Moved into wickedness
In twilight they will rise again