Hold the hymns and halt all plight
For solitude reigns upon this night
The shadows here that daunt and dwell
Make a mockery in this hell
Of a man and his mind
So unquiet and unkind
And as silence echoes in his hall
All he hears is the guilty call
Of his words and the ancient foe
The one who's the master of his woe.
He has made and left his mark
He, the Lord of Ever-Dark.