Birds singing their haunting songs, evil slithers, crawling monger never ends. One thing I know the judgement of a dead man’s life never gives force. Let the old legends repeat, strength is in their roots. Innocence is said to be lost but believe what you will at what cost. Darkness devours us all whether we welcome it or not. Some say mankind is better off dead but who has the foresight to really know. Rotting time passes ever so slowly while the serpent gnaws at our lost souls.