TRIBES OF THE MOON

We tribes of the moon - we hidden ones
Made from the stuff of your flesh and dreams
We dwell in the dark - we flourish there
Softly devouring your screams
Whisper our names - we hear, we hear
Beloved monsters all
And if your gods would damn us, if your gods would damn us
That's alright - we have

No grace from which to fall
No grace from which to fall
No grace from which to fall
We tribes of the moon
We tribes of the moon
We tribes of the moon

We live on the inside - quietly
We travel occulted ways
We are what you fear and long to be
Beside us reality frays
Visible now to eyes that dare
Unlovely kindred, all
And if your gods deny us, if your gods deny us
We're still here, we have:

No grace from which to fall
No grace from which to fall
No grace from which to fall
We tribes of the moon
We tribes of the moon
We tribes of the moon

Mortal dreams and mortal blood
Fire and flight and changing shape
Subtle, we, and patient too
'Ware the night the Tribes of the Moon escape...