The Child Of Death
There she changes, sheds her shyness
Her eyes turn coal black, looses its shining
Lost in the folds of ancient secrets
She complies to her call
Her master she looks ahead
Shining pale rock, who thought thou art thus mighty?
Her eyes brim with unshed tears
Iron manacles her hearts are bound with
She steals the hearts of men afore
The corpse decayed and torn....
Her lustrous hair fly behind her
As she takes cover from her self
Oh! return her soul, return her life....
Thou monstrous rock of might....
Her feet tread paths untraveled
Her sobs ...