Drinking the Night

Breathing in the ice cold air,
With frosted glass for eyes,
Smoke and rain and midnight tear,
Apart my soul, my soul's demise,
It kills me with its passion,
And it kills me with its flame,
And it leaves me standing, powerless,
It leaves me standing, tame,
A statue to it's mana,
And drenched to the heart with fright,
I stand there, cold and shaking,
As I drink in the black night.

There's mint and salt and nettles,
And the green of midnight grass,
I breath in scarlet petals,
And the amber tainted glass,
I draw my soul anew again,
Drink my dark tonic's wrath,
Collect the stars of black dawn when,
I see the moonlit path,
Every step I take, dark bites,
I sell my soul to drink the night,
I sell my soul in all its light,
I lift the cup and drink the night.