It must be a dream, like my whole life,
The path I choose within the darkness.

The shadows swirl, control my actions,
My mind full of blood and murder,
I slay fae, I kill and smile,
I have no mercy, It died for good.

A seed of light still sleeps inside,
And my soul bleeds and tries to scream,
But the path is chosen, It dies inside,
Since nothing matters but Glomdoring.