Night! that wretched event//where heaven earth and hell 
will//harmonize//on this current setting I find myself 
lying in my vast//my vast sanctuary of self 
reflection//(my anger is a house)//I will bed with 
destruction//and in that romanticism//will be born//a 
rather interesting proposition//and when I sing my son to 
sleep//I'll plant my nightmares into his head//my 
horrible visions complete//I cannot wait for those 
nights!//I now bed with destruction//and in this 
romanticism//is now born a rather interesting 
specimen//Night! This wretched event//where heaven earth 
and hell collide//my wonderful plan to//plant the 
seeds//of my resentment //takes shape//I only live to 
savour the pain of existence//so I can wade in its 
shallow pool//my wonderful plan!//I am a deceiver//you 
were a fool//I do represent//all that I hate in this 
life//I am a deceiver//not just a fool//this (child) will 
represent//all that I hate in this life//your sole 
purpose was to be a shell//for when my dark present to 
the world is conceived I will often//look back and 
smile//oh it was I!// with mal intentions at night!