He silently steals into your gentle soul
And gouges out a deep dark hole
His face becomes hidden in the black of night
As he fills your dreams with blinding sight
This rotting place is frighteningly cold
Yet the path he paved is of fire and gold
Your fate rests in the hollowness of white
While you follow his tattered cloak to the light
And falling back into an eternal abyss
You finally know it- this is bliss
