A heartless realm we live in.
This place we call our home.
We are here-this realm of hell,
But to each shall hold his own.

The statue stands, it stares at me;
tormenting me with its soul.
This place I'm in, this evil land,
a place I never wanted to go.

The Raven hears my hollow words,
and mocks them back at me.
The statues cold, they stare at me
for they will never let me go.

This courtyards' dark, the buildings cold.
The statues' stares are of ice.
A glance so cold, a glance so frail
It sees and yet it cannot.

It's mourning me, my forgotten soul.
For this much I am aware.
It's eyes are cold, they stare me down
I begin to lose control.

The statues wings, I didn't see before.
I watch as the shadows grow.
The land grows darker; the land is cold
and yet I stand alone.

My cloths of black, my heart of stone
I feel without feeling.
I see myself, a reflection in water.
I now understand their glares.

This place I'm in, I'm one of them
A statue that is so cold.
I will see myself, never again
for I now belong to them.