| :It Is Waiting: |
| Hidden in the corner by the shadows It is standing silent near the gallows Waiting for the time to come patiently For I am scared, what's to become of me? i will play for the sins I committed I pray to God for me to be aquitted Darkness slips upon me silently For I am scared, what's to become of me? I wonder, will I die before I wake? Will it end with the bite of a lyre snake? These questions I ask confusingly For I am scared, what's to become of me? |