Girls in Beautiful Dark Gowns
In Masks of Fading Shadows
Caressed by Precious Stones and Silver Crowns
Parade in the Darkest Meadows

Dance of the Blood Moon
Night as their Escorts
The Dawn comes to soon
Must return to their Hollow Courts

The Day despises the Night's Fire
The Girls drink it in like Fate
It burns in them like a Pyre
They are angry the Sun runs late

The Girls wait through the Day
Light leaves them dreadfully weak
It steals their Dark Souls away
The Night again they must seek

Masks in hand as they leave their Halls
Daring the Sun to rise again
Whistle of the Blackest Horses calls
To Carry them away