*** In the dimly lit room sits a soul,
too distant to even hear my call...
The corpses of the undead
Rising from their places...
Child of Lirianna do not cry
i shall help you fly...
When I reached the top of the cliff that was...
I couldn’t help but feel that I was at...
The thing to fear is fear itself,
But now Fear is here to help...
I hadn't done it,
I lost hope...
I was sent to protect him,
To make sure he wasn't hurt...
I watch the setting sun
And think of what I have done...
Your calling for me
hands outstretched...
A dark figure
stands at the end of my hall...
Touch my cold lips,
Hold my hand...
Werewolves, dragons, witches,
Vampires, magic, and spells...