In My Darkest Hour

Days go by Without a word Cool whispers of the wind Grace upon bloodshed skin A dark lonely tower A soul sent to die One swing of deaths black sword A blow such can not tend A price for an immortal sin I will not cower Nothing to hold his lie One to call the lord One last prayer to send This devil shall not win Not even with all of his power There is no reason as to why The belly of the beast hath roared One last favor to lend Hiding within the beasts den In my darkest hour