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…”