Bright Night by Sigvard Sorgeskald | Poetry Recitation

BRIGHT NIGHT The night, she said shines bright, she said You and me, will soon be dead, she said I took a solemn vow to protect this frozen golden night to be its servant until I cross over to the other side As I wandered through my kingdoms of defeat I realised that the unholy is the most sacred and that the clown is often also the executioner The bright night illuminates my heart so that the world can see what a ridiculous creature I am and always will be Background music: Bohren & Der Club Of Gore - Nightwolf