Where shall we go now
That we have drunk down all the sightings
In the cold clear night
And bathed in the glare
Of the pure moon light
Who shall we sing too
Now the wolves have all retired
Who shall we seek out
To once again conspire
To fight for truth and beauty and
Begin it all again
To dance in all our glory
And invent new ways to sin
Where shall we run to now
In order to regain
Our hopes and trust and confidence
So much hard earned disdain
And who shall we rely on
Now the weapons are all blunt
Who shall offer solace
Now they've called off the hunt
We've stitched a cloak of sorrow
And sewn our wounds up tight
As our voices crack and break
Our vision losing sight
So let's empty out the wine skins
And down the whisky fast
And pray to all the gods of night
That dawn will come at last
By: Daniel Smallegange
