In a land, where shadows crawl, where souls are lost, and lovers mourn,
They long for rest, to hear a call, to kill the frost, and be reborn,
It will not be, the clouds are dark, and rivers burn, the sun is gone,
I am their sigh, I am their moan, born of dread, I am their son.
"Yes, you could dance, out of their arms, and be free,
Yet you don't choose your chance, and be with me,
You would rather, between love and life, seek a way, to poison the rose,
Then to clip the thorns, on hearts we'd thrive, but you're the fate you chose..."
I am the one, the being undone, who became the grief, your sun that shone,
But now no more, a lover's adore, for eyes who pray, tearfilled to stay.
"I will remain, crowned by dismay, on this seat, of power and fear
Leave, while your soul still sees fit or be forgotten..."