darkness consumes the world with rain and sorrow what fate will become unfold as we face the morrow can we see a lite or a beacon in this wrath of hell well death be our meeting or is there another story to tell only one more nite till the day next but what is this place what is this vex the future haunts me i know not why every time i look i hold back from truth at least i try a slave to destiny s book is there some eye out of the darkness and the cold and the rain or is this a game of evil coldness and harsh winter pain only eternity lasts forever but how can we go on with lifes endeavor the moon shines in the sky through the trees and falls upon my hand what is lite can it from the nite us free maybe now is the time to stand hope was a dream in this land of waste a barren thought long forgotten but the lite shines and leaves in haste as the people hit rock bottom true love is a dream dreamt rare but here it only causes hurt and despair what is destiny and its book untold why can t it be fake i m tired of the world obsession with gold my own future i will make out of the darkness the figure emerges carrying a torch the line between dark and lite diverges and the past is left to scorch i come here from afar amd you my friend may call me grey star