Time passes by and by,
Darkness settles across the land.
Sounds of senseless words
Fall deaf upon my ears.
My heart bleeds black,
The birds of death soar.
Will it be me this time?
The fiddler\'s jig begins to play.
Skeletal reflections of myself
As a hollowed, cavernous abyss;
The fates damn me evermore,
Their scorn driven by enmity.
Why are you mocking me?
The silence is harrowing.
Am I alone in here,
Stuck in this chamber of echoes?