The Weald of Perished Men
Evoken
Whisper it all can end, carnage never chooses sides. Will they ever find me then, will I have a next of kin? The hypnotic voice can lead you to a certain end. Sacrifice is fine. Waiting to be blessed by the tyrant's hand. Sending us the chosen few. Just as the anticipation grew, I knew it was then or I. So clear, so real. I see the river, I feel a shiver. Slow end, slow fall. Here it comes, here it stands. It's here, the end. Please let me go, let me die. Please let me go, let me, please let me.......go