There is a myth among the tales told,
Where when the sun has finally set...

In your dreams in the night you see visions,
Filled with evil and terror and hate...

Her world of tranquility was shattered that day,
A truth she knows deep in her soul...

The stroll in their Forest is eerie this eve,
It is dark here as the trees block the sun...

Cast out in the shadows of the darkness,
Evil lurks high above where you stand...

Insanity takes a stroll in the night,
While hesitation cries in my soul...

Darkness claims only a chosen few,
Whose remains are no longer alive...

It is a dark and twisted paradise,
Up there in the shadows of the hills...

†††
Cobwebs draped on the window lay motionless...

Cynical addictions reside in her soul,
In the mind her happiness has died...

The air is stagnant here and it is hard to...
In the haunted valley of death...

Deep in the forest She spreads Her wings,
It is dark there and a mist fills the skies...