A Father's EndIn the darkness there's a glow;
A little cottage across the field
To the ground—stealth and swiftly I must go
-On the chance that he won't hear
Is The Maker who they say?
Will he fight me?
Will he fear me?
All this time, I've never been so close
For Miles DownMy father’s dead;
I only wonder what’ll happen to me?
Back to the edge of my cell and pray to whatever gods I have left
A crow is knocking to me—I think it’s talking to me
I think it’s telling me the technique to break free
“I need a moment, so hush!
I’m trying, don’t rush me!”
The guards have caught on, so I deny them
Ghost FeetLyrics:
In the dark, I lie in wait for a noble one
-I’m a man of shadow
Curious, will Heaven’s gate…
-Will it stay locked tight when I meet my fate?
Supposedly, deep underground is where they hide their keep
-To prevent an outbreak
But I am here to deliver them
Life Less FrighteningSuffering from something we're not sure of in a world there is no cure for
These lives we live test negative for happiness
Flat line, no pulse, but eyes open
Single file like soldiers on a mission
If there's no war outside our heads
Why are we losing?
I don't ask for much
Nine Years LaterNine years of hatred—I ask, why was I given this task?
Kar'tahn is growing so fast, and he learns so quickly
I see him playing with Arilayah on top of the hill
-Reminds me of much better days;
Before all this war and the hunger that ravaged The Mainland
Suddenly, I hear a shout
-Wonder what it's all about
The children are running from something that blackens the sky
Simulating The EffectsFaith refines this time I spent alone
Though it seemed to last forever, she keeps to herself
-Her own little imperfections
“May I ask what happened dear?
We don’t have time to wait this out”
She says, “I… I can’t remember a thing
Swept ashore;
Underpinning Of General ReemI walk down the path to The Maker
I will find him, and then I will kill him and rescue my son
The mine light hits me half-lifed
Encrypted words with all the answers changing;
Beautiful, it almost kills me
I hide—the drudgework go by
I could let them go, and move on free;
I'll take them out,