In the darkness she sits in the corner,
Her hands cradle her crying face...

The trees cast the shadows of evil,
And I now know that I should not have come...

I am terrified and not afraid to tell you,
That everything here is not alright...

It is a dark and twisted paradise,
Up there in the shadows of the hills...

Chained by an evil dominance,
Hear the wicked plead their cries...

You know you shouldn't have come here,
And you would leave if you only could...

Insanity takes a stroll in the night,
While hesitation cries in my soul...

There is a myth among the tales told,
Where when the sun has finally set...

Shadows dance under the night sky,
Where they are known to misbehave...

I am floating far above them,
I can see their tears and frowns...

Has it ever made you wonder,
Just how long forever is...

Darkness claims only a chosen few,
Whose remains are no longer alive...