Deep within the heart of the obsidian wood
The moon is bleeding, misunderstood
Withered fingers beckon from the grave
There’s no turning back, no soul to save
Shadows, come and hold me tight
Shaking in the dead of night
Sink into the darkness, evermore
Take me to the silent shore
Carry me away
The steeple bells toll in the ancient tower
Ringing out in the witching hour
No one is there to pull the rope
But the gale is whispering, killing hope
My cursed name is on its breath
Shadows, come and hold me tight
Shaking in the dead of night
Sink into the darkness, evermore
Take me to the silent shore
Carry me away
Until I crumble
Until I fade
Into the void that I have made!
Until I turn to ash
Until I turn to ash
Ash... to... ash
