What did you hope to find here
Did you hope to escape your fear
All your hopes, I know, are dead
Eyes are filling with the dread
No way out, no place to call home
No air to shout, forever you’ll roam
In fear of your past, afraid of your thoughts
You continue to run, you’re already caught
You run on forever, passing by all the lands
Little do you know that you’re in Death’s Hands