The night grows dark
Darker than the blackest night
Blacker than the darkest black
Nighter than the blackest dark
And in this deep dark lonely ancient shadow
Live the dragons of the night
As the watchmen keep their vigil in the tower
The night grows ever darker by the hour
While the peasants in their hovels quake and cower
For they know the deep dark blackness feeds the power
Of the dragons of the night
(Dragons) Where the hot winds blow
(War) And the wizard's woe
(Shadow) Brave men fear to go
(Night) And a choir of demos chants a fateful warning
“Run and hide yourselves ‘til morning
From the dragons of the night…”