Twas the end of the day and the moon was on high.
I was standing there alone gazing upon the stary sky.
The wolves where howling somewhere in the night.
And I was on my own who could imagine such a plight?
How should I begin my tale when I do not know how it ends?
Should I beguile you with my sorrow of late?

Tis the way with this world I have learned anon.
I only hope to find my way to you before long.
The chill winter wind kisses me softly as I walk.
Slowly tredging through this forest of the damned and the lost
What day was it that I lost my soul?
When did I lose all faith?
I wish I knew the answers to these questions so old.
But for now I will not question my fate.
I will plod along down this winding path.
I will find daylight once more.
And if ever I am lucky enough to see your beautiful face,
I will believe once more.