Bell chimes at a distance, as the winds call back the dusk
Dark clouds kiss the skyline, as they march towards their fall
In a hope to conquer, they've been possessed and cursed
Desire for a kings throne has crippled them all

They seek a kingdom, riches that lies beyond their dreams
And to see the strange, rejoice in what's not known
Ready to forsake their freedom, traveling where they've never been
Ruined homes, wandering in the darkness all alone

They come across a wall, every brick holds one key
Each to one gate, that'll lead them far away as they can be
On the same path, but every step leaves a print of its own
Deeper the mark, more the weight is  Borne

They barged through the gates onto the field
Mirrors all around them and wet moss beneath their feet
They seek a reflection of their own to mourn and weep
As they walk in confusion beyond the woods, deep

Bones littered about the wicked land as a warning
That the one who crosses, may not see the morning
Devoid of reasoning, thoughts stuck in their grave
Symphony of destruction lurks in their eyes, fades

A pile of corpse rots in the midst of a darkened meadow
shine of the moon dances along with the blazing fire
Each on his own scatters about, a shadow follows
Consequence for this trespassing will be more than dire

A strange creature looms about the cursed land
In each palm he holds a blade made up of silver and gold
A name without a face, where one falls, he stands
Warmth leaves where he walks, leaving a trail of dead and cold

Only welcomed if they invite him in, he lures them with greed
In a void full of darkness, one will believe what he sees
And he watches them approach, forsaking all that could be
Shine in their eyes, pulling them softly to the crease

One after one cascades, reaching for the hand that glitters
And the pile of the corpses feeds on his own kind
Fear erupts in chaos, as the sanity in all but one withers
only one to make it out alive was the one blind