The days, grow short the sun is fading
Darkness, will stretch its longing hand
The eye of the keeper
Soon, you'll be his to command
The reckoning begins
His gaze is almost on you
Your flesh becoming cold
Embrace the dark
Twilight, the eve of your enslavement
Now lifeless, his shadow comes for you
Disciple of Evil
You betray, all, that you once knew
Cloak, yourself within the mist
Your life ceased to exist
A wraith is what you are,
A slave to the dark
Lord, of Death, begins,
His reign of horrors
Serve, you shall, or burn,
Burn forever
The reckoning begins

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