Twas death not darkness
that blotted out the sun...

I am good at hold things in you see
I close myself off so nothing can hurt me...

You have heard the story's told
throw out time and space...

There in the fallen land
hangs a cradle above the ground...

There in that very moment
all my hurt seemed to fall...

The beat goes on and on they say
taking with it ever day...

The pain it takes with it all
the very being of the gods...

Sleeping in a the cradled low
were the demons play there shows...

A twitch a pain
a movement a lie...

I made a wish
I hope comes true...

A simple sin not lust but more
that ripped across my sleeping from...

He comes throw unknown storms
to take the souls of those born...