Pulling The Strings

Climbed out of my burrow
The glade guides my sight
Every step orchestrated
On an evil plan

The path is so tortuous
Eager to regain control
I act through unknown hands
And wait for the strings to break

While I walk
In a hall thirteen slayers
Every inch
Covered in a crimson carpet
It’s not that clear
Which blood around is mine
In command of fear
I will threat them as they should

Should I turn down the sacred?
Should I disbelieve?
A thousand candles were lit
To a forfeit soul