Under the veil of Night I fly Away from the shhhs of people lost, All day astray in daily grind, Who now writhe unsettled in the niches of nap. Under the veil of Night I fly Over dozing deserts And torpid timbers, Yeah only silence to hark me Without interventions or dams Will flow my throat 's stream of melodies Tuned in the ecstasy of Him, My Lord unbeatable, Immortal, To say, the Hunter of Death itself. This hymn will join the river Whose ripples sing lullabies To canyons in catnap and the snoozing cities Unheard by any Except the walls famed for sharp ears Or a rave wanderer like me. Under the veil of Night Will I sing my voice Soaked in the ambrosia of my heart Which , to many a day back brokens Is a screech. The veil of Night That shelters heists and piracy Will today my ballad hide From unwanted ears And let me be me Away from those who have not even a breath For themselves to spare. Under the veil of Night My verse rebounds In the snores of sleeping stars Escaping the deceiving moon Received by Him Who truly lights this cosm.