Lyric

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