The book is found, the pages read As times fallen and forgotten rise And I stand alone with dread Impending doom is whispered in the fog I watch and wait with fearful heart To see the dark ones take my hand Within this place the mirrors mock and laugh As one by one they fall to Ash It seems the dawn shall never set With rusted blade I sever those I've loved To stand a martyr bathed in blood To find an age unknown to me Into my world a spirit wakes Screaming from the walls and glass And in the pages morning stirs Seemingly a hope is born And from the sky a warrior falls Weary with remorse and death To rise and fall