The night sets in as the air turns foggy,
As i walk through the forest,
I hear the trees whisper,
they whisper the sound of death.
I arise to my throne,
and cast sorrow throughout the land,
But yet i dont feel anything,
I dont feel pain,
I dont feel agony,
I dont feel the crimson tears i cry.
my soul has been cast from me.
I live amounst myself,
in the darkness of the night,
waiting to haunt you in your dreams..