Things Present, Things Past - Blood Ceremony

As the light of the day slowly fades away

When our memories are all that remains

Do we fly into the past of play our endgame?

There’s a case to be made, either way

As the light of the day slowly fades away

Let the coming night perform its shadow-play

If there’s anything you need, just ask

Mephistopheles

Always kind with a trick up his sleeve

As the light of the day slowly fades away

See the sky open like a shallow grave

And everything it frees with a rattle and a wheeze

In the end like so many fallen leaves