The shadowlands swamp the world with its biting shadowy glaze
Covering the mortal realm like a blanket with a cold sharp wind
Frozen to the bone the mortal men pray for the darkness to be vanquished by sunlight
But the darkness just keeps biting
Biting the tears of the mortal men as the tears drop onto the cheeks of the men and groan
Will the darkness ever cease?
I hope not, for I call it home
