Servant of the Hollow Cry

Darkness falls, the shadows creep, shadows deep where silence sleeps

A cry echoes, whispers scream, haunted by a fading dream

Banshee's cry upon the wind, tears of the night begin

Looking to the dawn's bleak glow, where despair and sorrow grow

Sea meets land, where angels fear, shadows draw near

Heart once filled with light and cheer, now hollow, lost in tears

Searching for salvation's grace, but pain's embrace I face

No tears to fall, no more cry, just despair’s cold reply

Hollowed by regret and pain, I call out in vain

A battered soul, broken and torn, from a life forlorn

But fate's cruel hand, it unkind, unveils a haunting find

A banshee’s cry, not an angel near, whispers in my ear

Instead of salvation's hand, I feel the cold of the night

Her embrace so icy, unkind, in shadow's pressing fight

Servant to her dark domain, I kneel and call her name

Lost in her haunting melody, forever bound in pain

No more tears, no more cries, beneath the hollowed skies

Servant of the banshee’s cry, I dwell in endless night

Darkness now my only friend, till the very end