Night is Indifferent کے بول

The Night is indifferent, its back forever turned on acts of violence a blinding visage The night cloaks evil A sense forgotten Nature so intimate shivers of betrayel space once empty is full of potential Beauty is the chase, Beauty is the streak of prey Beauty is the glimmer of steel in moonlight Beauty are the eyes wide, and the Breath frozen Nature so intimate shivers of betrayel space once empty is full of potential