Out of darkness cometh the light to illuminate my soul
cut through the shadows and cast out the daemons that i fight for control.
It guides my way beyond the relms of darkness forever,
I cannot see what is not there, i cannot love what brings despair.
I cannot find what is made of lies, there is nothing in this relm that does not die.
Yet still I am drawn to the light, to follow its shining ways,
with hope that I will find at the end of days
the love and warmth of a guiding hand, not just the grace of dust and sand.
Hope is my light thats holds back the dark,
small and deilicate it is but a spark,
yet with a spark you can start a raging fire and the flames can climb higher and higher,
untill it blinds you and you can no longer see
and back comes the darkness with twisted glee.
Out of the darkness cometh the light, out of the light cometh your blight.