In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching for

him trying to remember while the same shy still rules the night

We knew then. That these were the children of god

The ones who betrayed me and my desire



This must be the desolate land. this is the kingdom of the shadowthrone

centuries have gone beyond time, and we in the land beyond the forest, we

burnt them in the purgatory, them the children of god. Barerly forgotten these

times are, but not for a soul whose rest hasn't been found.