Push through the crowd. The black blends us into the night. Pushing through like shadows~

The Nightclan moves amongst the followers of the Sun. In the darkness one soul among many bodies.

Unaware at dusk, we wake, unaware what the night will take. We wander aimless through the crowds of the sleeping Sun.

Children of the night, weaving sweet melodies given in reverence to the midnight Sun. Magical verse enchanting the still air, drawing energy from our earthen mother.

To what ends will we push, to what length will we go unnoticed as the wanning Moon..