#the night does not belong to god

[vangs0]

I have waited

Paralyzed by my own will

Viciously reminding me still

I'm born to believe

Based on a fic I'm currently reading, their last chapter got to me 😭 "The Love You Want" written by @//ticklemeemo

Was also just experimenting and ended up learning how l3earfat shades

[bonncy]

"And I know the Gods will abandon the heavens just to find us."

"Sundowing" Concept Design

[1nu1]

The night comes down like heaven

[vulcanette]

🎥: @ blacklitparad1se

[thesleeptokenarchive]

On This Day: June 20 2019

Today in 2019, Sleep Token released the full audio for the first song on their first LP, Sundowning.

The collective slowly released all songs from their first album like singles, although they were not considered as such. This continued until the full album release on November 22 2019.

Teaser video posted to social media.

Link to Youtube audio posted with teaser.

Produced by George Lever. Written and composed by Vessel and II.

It is noted that this song is revisited in Sleep Token's third album release, towards the end of the twelfth track. A callback, if you will, bringing the three album cycle full circle and to an end.

[melit0n]

[covarche]

The whites of your eyes | turn black in the low light

[bloodyquillink-blog]

I had a thought…

This is going to be based off of the audio roleplays from @yuurivoice on youtube with his OC Auron and listener/lover Rook.

I was listening to The Night Does Not Belong To God by Sleep Token. Something about the piano in the beginning just fits the scene so well.

Imagine:

Listener(Rook) is taken by some enemies of Auron’s. Probably very old enemies that he believed were dead or at least disbanded.

They beat the shit out of Rook and send photos of the aftermath to Auron in a nice little package (for visualization purposes, remember when Seth, Alphonse and Boo got the box of Jessie’s hair? Yeah, kinda like that.)

Auron gets his gang together because he is seeing red, almost as if the blood he’ll spill has already gotten into his eyes.

He storms into whatever warehouse or building Rook is in.

He finds the rest of the gang that had kidnapped you but can’t find the leader of them. He’ll handle that later, he supposes.

Auron finds Rook laying on the ground, still tied to a chair. They’re knocked out and bleeding.

His gang frees Rook and he carries them out in his arms, whispering reassurance between every command he sends his team.

At a very fancy hospital, Rook wakes up. Laying on a hospital bed and watching Auron. His elbows on his knees, he’s hunched over and lost in thought. That is, until Rook speaks.

“Hey, hero…”

Auron confesses how afraid he was, trying to make it sound more like anger instead of fear. He explains that he couldn’t find the leader.

“You have some work to do” Rook says.

With their working and less sore arm, the pull out brass knuckles that Auron had gifted them (a sign of trust in his eyes, giving Rook an idea of just how cruel he can be behind the scenes). I almost want to imagine that Rook had fashioned this into a necklace they could tuck into their shirt so it wouldn’t arouse suspicious but idk.

Auron takes the brass knuckles. He silently kisses Rook on the head and caresses their cheek.

“My hands… are going to look much bloodier when I come back. The streets… will be even dirtier than before. My love for you is like a bullet. Nothing stands in its way… and if it tries to…” he doesn’t need to finish his sentence.

Auron leaves, slipping the knuckles on and telling a few of his people to keep watch. He puts his hair up and gets to work.

He comes back hours later to find you sleeping peacefully.

Your injuries, though tended to, are still red and irritated. You’ll be out of work for a bit.

Auron sits right where he was before he left. By your bed. However now, he looks at you. He watches your breathing, listens to the small noises you make. The only sound is the light fixtures buzzing.

He slips off the brass knuckles and wipes his hands off.

His bruised hands gently brush your hair. The cracks in his skin sting, but he ignores it. There are higher priorities. Auron stays, ignoring his discomfort being in such a stale environment.

He replays the beating he dished out over and over in his head until you come back to the forefront of his mind.

He temporarily forgets his cruelty, exchanging the thoughts for those of you. Every moment he has seen of you.

This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. If anyone else knows about you, then perhaps he should pay them a visit too.

He plans as you sleep.

[vangs0]

My, my, those eyes like fire

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

Ik this ain't the best but I wanted to jump in as fast as I could 😭

But I can say for us all, that we lost our sh*t over this man feeding us 😭😭

[phier]

The Night comes down like Heaven

[that-unfortunate-crow]

Do you ever get that sad feeling when listening to TNDNBTG because you know what's going to happen? You know how this story goes. There's nothing you can do to stop it and you will feel every second of it.

[midwest-void-cryptid]

Sleep Token - The Night Does Not Belong to God (The Factory, Chesterfield, MO, 5/10/24)

(My video)