The Blackest Night (Holy Grail)

At night he creeps he darkened streets The stench of death upon his breath Truth be told of devil's gold in his words of wisdom A well received hypocrisy, deliver me from hell Rage! Fire! Born of your desire Rain! Fire! In the blackest night The child sleeps in ivory sheets A live nightmare, yet unaware. A tender soul in his control beneath the silent heavens Preys upon the younger ones, deliver them to hell Rage! Fire! Born of your desire Rain! Fire! In the blackest night Been down the lonely road No more time to waste I'll drown the rolling sun Then I'll turn away I'll take you to your knees Your phantom overlord My temper's on the line You've been defied, revenge denied Rage! Fire! Born of your desire Rain! Fire! In the blackest night