The chair sits alone, stained with blood and tears
Shadows move about the room, composed of all your fears.
Nostalgia sinks in, you see times long past
Just like you. Your fake piety will not last.

You claim to hunt evil, you claim to be good and pure
That lie, my friend, is not one I'm willing to endure.
I watch you when you're alone, I see you cry at night
Swinging silently from the trees, making sure my noose is tight.

The shadow choir moves you like a pawn
The darkness overwhelms...
The shadow choir dissapears at dawn
The darkness overwhelms...

You have no common goal, no personal desire
Silent death. Silent life. Sleep now in the fire.
It fills your lungs, you cough up blood
Your once pious clarity, now stained with mud.

You show no gesture of respect, no capacity for feeling
Unpredictable occurance. It's trust that you be stealing.
And while you hear their pleas and cries
Too bad, you've been blinded by your own lies.

The shadow choir spreads the disease
The darkness consumes...
The shadow choir claws at your knees
The darkness consumes...

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Slyphian, in the year 148 MA.