The sun doesn't shine, the moon doesn't gleam.
The rain is harsh and shadows lap at my feet.

Inside me, fear rises like bile.
Outside of me my world is on fire.
A cold and spiteful, grey fire.

It's been a long day, a longer night,
My nightmares haunt the daytime.
I've good reason to fear...

I'm soon to be consumed by inky waves.
Soon to be dragged down, down, down...
And my sun will shine,
And my moon will gleam,
And you'll bury me at the crossroads...