Shadow Hunter
Mood:  hungry
In the days of past, we all cry
Silent is our vision, goals gone by

Young is our child, fast is the time
Out of all comes One, true is his crime

Hate is a tool of power, used by us all
In the mind of a human, swimming thoughts dull

Gods are we in our world, hope is lost in death
Infinite are my dreams of days, come in and rest

Inside you may wounder, ever changing is my mind
See the truth of all, the pain is there to find

Just look in me and you will see, empty hole
Far have you traveled, flesh filled is my soul