in grey depressive autumn times i wander the woods to eternity searching for him trying to remember while the same shy still rules the night we knew then that these were the children of god the ones who betrayed me and my desire this must be the desolate land this is the kingdom of the shadowthrone centuries have gone beyond time and we in the land beyond the forest we burnt them in the purgatory them the children of god barerly forgotten these times are but not for a soul whose rest hasn t been found