I can no longer stare into the
grey twilight
my sad eyes shadow out the glow of
light i was sure i'm meant to see

haunting footsteps craddle my fear
as danger draws so so near i can't
call out to you for he may hear i
don't wish to give into fear

am i the one who's meant to lead
out of the mist and to things unseen
i still wear a crown of the dammned
made by my own hand

light and shadow calls out for more
my world will heed the call for war
but may the twilight ever shine so
bright...as you watch the innocent
fight

draw swords and heed the call of the
king......for his crown is mighty
and riddled of deeds.