The book is found, the pages read

As times fallen and forgotten rise

And I stand alone with dread 



Impending doom is whispered in the fog

I watch and wait with fearful heart

To see the dark ones take my hand 



Within this place the mirrors mock and laugh

As one by one they fall to Ash

It seems the dawn shall never set



With rusted blade I sever those I've loved

To stand a martyr bathed in blood

To find an age unknown to me



Into my world a spirit wakes

Screaming from the walls and glass

And in the pages morning stirs

Seemingly a hope is born

And from the sky a warrior falls

Weary with remorse and death



To rise and fall