The Night is here
Silent steps towards my own fate
Hesitation is for the weak of souls
Trembling I grasp my sword
Pulsating blood in my veins
This is the day of days
Can I really succeed
where so many men have failed
But my hate has now ceased
all that my life would have been
Silent steps towards my own fate
Hesitation is for the weak of souls
Trembling I grasp my sword
Pulsating blood in my veins
This is the day of days
Can I really succeed
where so many men have failed
But my hate has now ceased
all that my life would have been