The Dark Hour of a Soul
In twilight\'s grasp, I sit alone
Whispers of darkness, my soul\'s throne
Ancestral lands, now scarred and gray
Evil\'s wake, a devastating sway
The shadows creep, they start to seep
Into my heart, a somber creep
The weight of pain, it bears me down
A lost soul, in this endless town
The whispers grow, a haunting cry
As darkness spreads, I wonder why
The echoes of a bygone past
Haunt me still, and will forever last