Shazrhrial Vesh
Far below the earth
Night's Master
Words by Beth Wheeler
(Inspired by the "Night's Master" novels by Tanith Lee)
1993
Where the demons hunt the souls of those that sleep
In the city of the Vazdru and the Drin
Where the black flame burns inside the palace fountain
That fades away into a mist at dawn
Don't ever put your trust in demon gifts
For your dreams will betray you in the morning
And call on him who dwells beneath your feet
But mortals must beware if he appear
For the Prince of Demons grants you what you prayed for
With cloak like eagle's wings and raven hair
Though his beauty like a black sun blinds the
eye This meeting you will regret forever
To trap unwary folk with clever lie
But careful, lest he's caught in his own web
The Prince must remain a child forever
That pierces like a sword into his heart
For once his darkened outer self is shed
For all time he's severed from his brothers
Where the demons hunt the souls of those that sleep
The Prince's nights are haunted by the sun
And the black flame rises from the demon fountain.
