on this night the light of the ancient world shines bright blessing the dark children of the valley by this gold brilliance they are cleansed the dog and the wolf howl as one the twisted village cries out with one voice they scream at the heavens with disdain and wonder as the beasts rise from beneath the waves they come to tear flesh from bone love and sadness manifest both celebration and funeral the moon rests within the river here in the valley of dust pale faces offer their invitations and the shadow beings answer within the sixteenth encampment desolation and ecstasy reigns under a blood red moon they mourn those taken away in the cold grass they lay under a blood red moon they weep the beasts will rise up from the deep and look you all in the eye behold the royal procession of tears