Cixna

Horridly, I wait for naught
In a lifeless, loveless realm
Where the shadows crowd the air
And the mortals shake and 'trelm

Supernatural here art kings
Rulers of the death and mist
Tombstones lie amongst the gray
Where lie those whom Death hath kissed

And, here spirits haunt the land
So men dare not dream to dread
This hopeless world, despised by many
Both the living and the Dead