A distant howl in the night calls him from ethereal sleep
Haunting tunes echo throughout the broken keep
A statue in the moonlight, a silhouette in the night
A castle towering above the civilians to protect from plight
He walks slowly and peacefully through the ruined grounds
Reflecting is the light where the bodies are to be found
A silver bolt from a faithful crossbow
A reminder of the place where mortals fear to go
A twisted smile flickers across his burnt face
Memories of fire reflect the myths from this place
Surreal screams fly desperately through each room
Encased in Chrystal locked maydays from doom
Hatred shuffles gently through the sun scorched river
His black eyes constantly shake and quiver
Murder takes place on the tombs of heroes
Forests rise up as the bitter blood does flow
He sits upon a rusted gateway to the azure heavens
Splitting his soul with the love of the devil
Glorious days are long lost tales, folklore and past
As evils day settles until the very last
