Realm of Darkness - Whispering Woods

In this world full of winded corridors

cities like maces, towers like thorns

I’m not my master, not at all

cursed thoughts lead me to my fall

Broken thoughts

broken dreams

broken hearts

this realm of darkness,

is this my reward?

Darkness is falling, over my mind

my burning eyes are, deadly blind

now there’s nothing like it seem

all illusions, only dreams