Deep, deep in the fatal dark hours
Shadows open and He steps out to play
Never to see the gleeful flowers

He lives where blood rains showers
Only seen by the ones who are at lay
Deep, deep in the fatal dark hours

In his land there are towers
Built by the walking decay
Never to see the gleeful flowers

Built by decay that received mourning flowers
Received on their darkest day
Deep, deep in the fatal dark hours

The day that can’t be found with simple clock towers
The day where you seen your last sun ray
Never to see the gleeful flowers

Never to experience a bright day’s hours
Now that you are taken away
Deep, deep in the fatal dark hours
Never to see the gleeful flowers