Night is the devil’s cloak
Draped o’er all the world,
Innocence retreats to sleep
When evil’s flag’s unfurled.
Temptation wanders whispering
“Come children, wake and play”
And soon invokes a following
Of those who shun the day.
I am a creature of the night,
Embracing wanton pleasures,
Drinking from forbidden cups,
And stealing hidden treasure.
The sun’s my cursèd enemy
The moon’s my secret lover
Each morning I rest in a grave,
Yet I’ve a velvet cover.
Repentance pure shall ne’er be mine
I desire not such things
I am content with wicked ways:
The joy that badness brings.
At night I wear the devil’s cloak
And evil, through and through
I stalk the night on razor wings
Tonight I come for you.