And in his darkness dwells...
The silent screams of the damned.
The curse of the dreaming soul lost in the darkness.
In the depths of despair, I find the strength to compel...
The pain that I feel— when I stare at myself.
I break free from this spell, and let my heart rebel.
For the gift to redeem myself.
In this endless nightmare, I refuse to expel.
The dagger that never rests, nor melts.
In the shadows, I'll create, where dreams and fears grow.
The edge of insanity, where blood runs cold.
It is your hand I'll forever hold.
