He's lying,
moaning in the snow of some weird adventure.

Evening is the time to pray.

But it's lying, moaning in the snow of some weird adventure.

Evening is the time,
to pray.

Morning is light,
morning is dark.

By no means is the day.

Evening is the snow of the world.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good,
night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.