They won't love, they won't hound
They only want their right
They don't look for the crowd
They don't choose a side
Pale skin, silent steps
They've never seen the sun
Other dreams, other ways
They are the Folk of Night
They are neither worse nor better
They are others
Let them live as they want
They are others
A piece of quiet, unknown world
Hundreds were chased and killed
To purify the world
People cursed the blood they spilt
And looked for hidden gold
Forests burnt, rivers littered
Darkness kills the light
But however I hear whispers
Of the Folk of Night
They are neither worse nor better
They are others
Let them live as they want
They are others
A piece of quiet, unknown world
They are others
Why being so afraid of
They are just others