Sorrow, it sings a mournful song
Heard only by the night
It sings of blood and broken bones
And wings of cold moonlight
Sorrow, it is the chains we bear
Before we take to flight

Hatred, it fills our heart with fire
It keeps us warm within
For flames cleanse the cruel desire
That accompanies sin
Hatred, it is the blazing pyre
That feeds the devil's grin

Myself, I am the human harbinger
The beast beneath your bed
I am the monster in your closet
The fears within your head
Myself, I am each wicked demon
That dances with the dead