Cold and callous he approaches
as the night falls.
He’ll conquer this vast kingdom
as darkness calls.

You can run
but he’ll catch up,
try to hide
and he’ll find out
or stand up to fight:
you’d lose your light
in the black midnight.

There’ll be no mercy when he comes.
Bend down, surrender!
Of all your kingdoms
He’ll be the ender.

Though this fierce knight has a frail side
one he desperately tries to hide:
a heart made of stone and cold
that can’t be touched nor consoled.