A lonely path, so endless and wide, Madness reigning far and wide. A mist that shrouds all faith and light, Its claws now reaching through the night. Oblivion calls, its voice a scream, A god’s dark whisper, a fading dream. Dread draws near, the shadows grow, As silence falls where none dare go. Oblivion calls, it takes its fill, The mist consumes, and all is still.