mind in fog, spinning about

walking alone, through a forest of doubt

searching for reason, proud and frail

running in circles but can't find the trail

emotions are blended, spinning inside

chaos with peace, humilty and pride

feelings suppressed, so hard to know

which feelings to hide, which feelings to show

troubles are false, troubles are real

torn apart, don't know what to feel

i am the shade

of dark and spiteful hatred made

i am the shade

of dark and spiteful hatred made!

to haunt and lurk among the shallows

of the ghosts, the graves and the longing shadows

i am the one

lost from the gloried and garish sun

my fate sealed with the blood of men

was i once he

who loved the sun, was darkness free?

fate was mine to weave and twine

insane and lost

was i once he

who loved the sun, was darkness free?

insane and lost

without body or soul but breath of frost