With the serene calm night
Songs fill the air in delight
I hear them because they shout
the angels surround this pit


My wandering is coming to an end
I have no wonder to pack or send
All I have is to chart how to fend
for my retirement days and life end


Let hem laugh when the sun sets
For they have no knowledge of what waits
Nor the struggles under the harsh night gates
I have learned to be among the many tactic vets

not in a rush to hunt and shoot
but set tools and hide behind the root
aware the bullet will land with a hoot
Just after I have had to take the reroute

the songs of the night are rude to audience
They pass a critical message demanding no dance
But say compete with the dead in a slumber fence
Sleep 12 hours and tax will come to you by all chance

Listen to the songs of the Night
The worse brutal and brittle as the knight
They fall with every impact
And tell you to work at heart