The shadows play infinite games,
Spirits long since dead plague the minds of men,
Winter is short and cold like death,
The curse that forms by delicate hands,
The complexity like that of spiders web play these men.
Haunting sounds where shadows dwell,
Blood soaked images that disease may come,
Pagan symbols all dark with little light,
Dim seems this dark night,
Once this place so full of light,
Now shattered by the crumbling twilight,
Stone and brick cracked and worn.
What once was here is gone,
Something new a shadow dwells,
This once great place is now a hell.
Laughter and song once filled this place,
Now death moves and love is no longer in grace,
Such darkness calls to us.
We sisters come to bare not for ourselves,
But to save those from burning in hell,
These beast and devils we know by sound,
Even with no light we can always send them back to hell.
It was once our duty to send souls through gates,
Now what is left is our duty,
We forsake this not a task we must,
For our lives mean nothing, but the shadows at dusk.
Cursed we are from each life,
Only to lift the veil of forgotten night,
As we do our jobs with nothing to regret,
Nothing remains but this curse of what we are that’s left.