In the heart of night, where shadows weave,
There dwells a cast of darkness, in black,
A silent troupe with phantom grace,
They dance unseen in hidden space.

With cloaks of pitch and steps so dark,
They move within the realm of night.
Their whispers chill the midnight air,
A spectral breath, of a smokers whisper.

The moon, their stage, a silver grey,
They preach through voids unseen.
Their eyes are black, dark and blind,
They...