"Sometimes when you have to say something, as forbidden as it is, it tends to come out anyway. Be that regular talking or through song. You can take this however y'all want. But it was something building up after a long time. It's called, Night."

Aramat merely stands as the song begins, a mere lone violin setting the scene.


It’s getting late
It’s getting dark
In the end of the night I can feel your warmth
Come up close
Close to me
Cause In the end of the night I can feel you breathe
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be alarmed
In the end of the night you’re in my arms
I’m on my bed
My bed of stones
But in the end of the night we’ll rest our bones

Then the drums kick in and the intensity only builds from there.