Soul keepers wander suspiciously,
it's actions comforting yet deceptive.
Light perishes, dark consumes.
Innocence lost from my grasp,
unable to cry.
Answer me this, keeper of shadows:
Is it the screams that make you wrinkle at the eye?
Soul keepers wander suspiciously,
it's actions comforting yet deceptive.
Light perishes, dark consumes.
Innocence lost from my grasp,
unable to cry.
Answer me this, keeper of shadows:
Is it the screams that make you wrinkle at the eye?