Figures in the dark,
Dismissing all the glory,
Allowing crulty to end lifes little story.

Figures in the mist,
Enchanted by the war,
Pretending to be mendng hearts that they once tore.

And thus with no warning,
They charge up ahead.
Revealing true faces, faces of the dead.

As you stand there frozen,
Corrupted with dispare,
As you reach out your hand, find someone to care

Tis then you realize you were left alone.
While you stood there silently watching the decay,
You had it comming Sir, you're by yourself today.

And the figures in the dark,
Those figures in the mist,
They finally broke you down,
As you slowly cut your wrist...