Relief Of The Night

Why a picture
Is it all too false 
The shepherd gathers in 
Voices from the darkness 
Bleeding from lonely mountains 
They are more quiet at day 
Sight in the sun 
Live and survive 
The tale is not weary 
Relief of the night 
You will never wake up 
The mind must die 
Sleep to me now 
I'm pounding 
Release this beat 
This nerve 
Anesthetize this being 
You will never awaken 
Tomorrow is on the other side 
Of a sight that is night 
Shelter me 
O mother of miracles 
I am entangled in swamps