mind in fog, spinning about   walking alone, through a forest of doubt   searching for reason, proud and frail   running in circles but can't find the trail   emotions are blended, spinning inside   chaos with peace, humilty and pride   feelings suppressed, so hard to know   which feelings to hide, which feelings to show   troubles are false, troubles are real   torn apart, don't know what to feel      i am the shade   of dark and spiteful hatred made   i am the shade   of dark and spiteful hatred made!   to haunt and lurk among the shallows   of the ghosts, the graves and the longing shadows   i am the one   lost from the gloried and garish sun   my fate sealed with the blood of men   was i once he   who loved the sun, was darkness free?   fate was mine to weave and twine   insane and lost   was i once he   who loved the sun, was darkness free?   insane and lost   without body or soul but breath of frost