Jackal's Night

Night of the Jackal As avarice is enshrined In the temple of the damned The tyrant takes the throne Washes his bloody hands They wake to the last of days His sleep was the sleep of reason He contains multitudes For his name is legion Between the jaws of death We still our beating hearts We will catch our breath In the night The night In the night The night of the jackal It Will All Fall In the night of the Jackal Death is an atavist He nurtures his own kind Smell the sulphur And see dominions in his eyes Between the jaws of death We still our beating hearts We will catch our breath In the night The night In the night The night of the jackal We Shall Not Fall In the night of the jackal