Children Of Darkness

Now is the time for your loving, dear
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea;
Now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company

For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the son of an angry man;
And now with the high wars raging
I would offer you my hand;
For we are the children of darkness
And the prey of a proud, proud land

It's once I was free to go roaming in
The wind of a springtime mind;
And once the clouds I sailed upon
Were sweet as lilac wine;
So why are the breezes of summer, dear
Enlaced with a grim design?

And where was the will of my father when
He raised his sword on high?
And where was my mother's wailing when
Our flags were justified?
And where will we take our pleasure when
Our bodies have been denied?

So now is the time for your loving, dear
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea;
Now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company