The wind’s change Has them lining harvest fields, like mourners Grieving summers end Whilst I silently rejoice as the seasons decay sets...

The castle I torment Interred by the foundations of my mind Lay fractured Decaying, bedeviled with rot Haunted of all that was and was...

To the fair? Do you truly dare? Happiness you pay for Nor the devil can remain in peace …or so you’ll see Gaunt faces, hollow smiles...