• I forgot, I don't care
    I'm only going to be what I'm not,
    But there seems to be someone here with me.

    As I hear the morning song
    Prey to leave, there energy
    (We are the waiting, we are the Withered)
    I'm the only one to escape and I will fall.
    Fall to the abysmal wraithful Graveyard,
    the scattered remains are only of myself alone, and unafraid.

    Sing to me as I rise,
    to kiss the heavens
    and hold hands with the stars.

    Crystaline, my eyes
    long to see you again.
    To dream without you,
    is the wolf singing to the moon,
    he sings of me.