...and its silent armies. These are the words of one of my old poems. Won´t repeat it all here. Back in my country, people thought it was about boozers, spirits, whisky, that kind of stuff...

It´s not. It´s about night and the silence it brings along. About cover my head down the sheets and go to the land of lord Oneiros, and dream, or even have nightmares, hell, anything but the real world...

So, hail night...with or without its armies.

As long as they keep silence...