In the shadows lie darkness, the blinds of death, the bloods of life
The curse is suicide, the norm is aloneness, the sadness is loneliness
The whispers are demons, the cries are agents,
And the pain that no man hears,
No man sees, No man feels but can only to succumb to.
In the shadows are buried stories, best forgotton not forgiven, best seen not heard,
Best numbed not felt,
And with all that wonder, there lies a mystery that faith nor hope can shield,
Because what awaits is the final door that echoes one word
And sounds like No-more.
In the shadows awaits the past of cemetries, the guards of infinity,
The thunders of misery, the breaths of lifelessness, the secrets of vanity,
The parasites of life, the spirits of death,
And the shadows of Rogue.