Climbed out of my burrow The glade guides my sight Every step orchestrated On an evil plan The path is so tortuous Eager to regain control I act through unknown hands And wait for the strings to break While I walk In a hall thirteen slayers Every inch Covered in a crimson carpet It’s not that clear Which blood around is mine In command of fear I will threat them as they should Should I turn down the sacred? Should I disbelieve? A thousand candles were lit To a forfeit soul