Errant souls will find a way.
Determination makes you pay.
Inhibition grasps your breath
and coldness be a part of death.
Death can drown a heart with tears.
Facts turn silence into fears.
Evil waits for those who bear,
pain of sorrow through the years.
Years ungrateful, may take toll.
They cause the faithful to unfold.
Eyes of jaded frightful gleam,
have followed you throughout this dream.
Dream about a place to run.
You've had your moments in the sun.
Now the black of night will fall
and whisk you into Haggards' Halls.
Ref: Haggards' Halls ( IX )
