I Feel the Night

I shy away from impossibilities And disbelieve any sunlight in black ice But I shouldn't be so sure Should not rest with second sight I feel the light touch my heart A torrid river sweeps this shadowed art Burns through a gate at which appears my maker So cold the light, my father's eyes Distorted visions may have left me unchanged While truth and clarity couldn't lead me astray But I've witnessed too much pain Without choosing, without pride I feel the night touch my heart A torrid river sweeps this shadowed art Burns through a gate at which appears my maker So cold the light, my father's eyеs I sigh, feeling scared Creep subsides, I've lost my hеad Don't try, don't say it Shapeless man under flowing river I look beyond this world Silence greets me now All my fears aside A silent tree would not answer me Now the mighty heavens will

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 30, 2026