Born with blade in hand
But Lifes steel is sharp...

Wandering lost in this forest
Weaving through branches and thistle...

Ahhh the Gnomes
Those terrible Gnomes...

You kept me hidden
None were to know...

Final moment drawing near
One more meal before the end...

A candle is lit
For you it burns...

Solemn vow given
Made with truest intent...

Once the way was opened
Held in awe...

New dance has begun
Gone are the Snow Pixies...

Once more do I cast mine eyes upon this hollowed...
Still gazing with that same longing as before...