Dirae from CS by The Ire

In the dark of the night you can flee to the woods
The cold clouded light fails to render the truth
Turn down the protection of fools
The sound of their hounds, they warn you away
The barking of men dies into the day

His sheepskin's been dyed red
There's no blood on your hands
The full moon beckons all the restless to dance
Their gluttonous eyes eat up your fire
A vision of triplicity

In the dark of the night figures form in the fog
The path that's been lain once here before
Step forward to your prologue
Flames tickle their heels without any spark
The spectacle draws hidden things from the dark

They stand still before you
Hearing the tale of your plight
The fires unleash the terrors in your mind
And so you resigned; gone in the night
The kindly ones take heed

Come closer dear
Cast off your fears
Our righteous wrath
Cuts your path clear
Seen through our eyes
Your dire need:
What has been sewn, he'll reap.

In the dark of the night you can flee to the woods

Never seen again

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