[intro: eram (-wolfygaymin-)]
Kris... oh... kris...
Is it fun, kris?
Playing around like this...
That's why you're searching for them, aren't you?
The shadow crystals...
... and the shadow mantle that i'm holding!
Do you honestly think it'll get you what you want...?
... no, part of you is just... enjoying this, isn't it?
Oh, don't make that sour face
I can see in the dark, you know!
The question is...
Can you?
[verse 1: eram (-wolfygaymin-)]
Labyrinths and chambers in darkest of nights, all claimed by the isle of the northern lights
The shining of fire that's radiant in glory, the look in your eyes tells a whole different story
Burdened by blizzards, commanded by choice, one dying light in the winter has voice
[verse 2: eram (-wolfygaymin-)]
Only the brightest of minds can arrive at a truth so divine and not think to fight it
Binded the future and ready to calm that mind
What's harder to see through? the smoke or the ice? or the price that you pay when you're rolling the dice?
It's obsession that drives you and tethers you to your vice
[verse 3: eram (-wolfygaymin-)]
Spears that pierce through bone, empty threats at best! craft your broken home and lay it all to rest
Have it how you please, add a coat of paint! but what will be gained at the end of the day?
[instrumental break]
[verse 4: eram (-wolfygaymin-)]
Ambition, persistence leads you through the black. no dread in your motion when you lead and attack
These stories and chapters all burst into flames. the trials of youth bring both worlds down to shame
You kneel as the knave, your eternity's slave. can you save yourself from the fates that you pave?
[verse 5: eram (-wolfygaymin-)]
The paths undivided, the rose with the thorn. the tips drawing blood leave behind sins unborn. the end of the tunnel, the hell where you've all been worn
What's on your mind, kid? what's holding you still? weren't you the one with the strong, iron will? it hurts when it bites, don't it? the pain that fits the bill
[verse 6: eram (-wolfygaymin-)]
Spears that pierce through bone, empty threats at best! rooted into stone but surely, kris you jest!
Have it how you please, add a coat of paint! but what will you gain when they're all in their graves?