What have you done?
(You murderer!)
My father is dead
(Your day will come!)Don't hold your breath
The night's still young
Confront your death
Like father, like sonWho's this I see,
Approaching me?
The Chosen One.Drawing closer, pace by pace
The walking shadow hides its face
Never aware of a looming attack
Like stepping right into a trap
As his weapon
Finds its victim
Mortified, he's shocked to find
The shadow is Faythe
