Withered Sun - Swamps of Sorrow

Midnight came and swept my dreams away
Graveyard visions that consume the bliss
The haunted forest is beckoning me
With promises of blood and hope

I venture into the darkened woods
A pale moonlight as my guide
Painful thoughts and tearing eyes
I bear the scars upon my heart (and my arms)

And you will know me
By the names carved onto my chest (into my flesh)
As the withered oak cries "Run away!"
This beautiful dagger brings hauntings never seen before
I only hope that you will stay