With no love, all this hate,
I have no choice, but to give up faith.
I used to love, I used to care,
But now, all I have left is my sword to bear.
The Fulkren traveled high and low,
He knew enough to sell his soul.
As life turned its back on him, so did he,
With time and regret, he was freed.
He's searched the forest, and the plains of death.
Everywhere he had been, he had left.
He's seen your nightmares, he's seen your dreams,
His moon will rise to a distant scream.
I've faced death so much in my life.
My common sense began to realize,
Carrying the weight of my mistakes,
Digging the despair of my own grave.
