Nocturne Songtext
von Outer Darkness

When the mills of men have ground us
To the fighting edge of fate
Who can blame... if lying around us
Is the wreckage of blind hate?
When for dollars we are broken
Like a twig for a fire Who can blame if by that token
We inflame in razing ire?
Darkness surrounds the masses of lore
For a pittance we have done
Who can blame if we give battle?
We are many, they are one


Before him burn the great unwinking lights
The hectic stars of city nights
Red as hell′s pit, green as a mermaid's hair
A queer half-acrid smell is in the air
Behind him on the shelves in ordered rows
With strange abbreviated names
Dwell half the facts of life
That young man knows
Bottled and boxed and powdered here
Dumb tragedies, deceptions and secret shames