A shadow at the door No words no sound The air grows still As time unwinds Eyes that pierce the dark A breath of flame Is it warning or wrath That seals our claim? The ground begins to quake As he draws near Does the Visitor brings The end or just the fear? In the stillness he waits A formless ghost Does he herald doom Or reveal the cost? Through the darkest haze His shape unclear Does he weave despair Or draw us near? Beneath a moonless sky His steps unknown Is he the voice that calls us back Or the weight we own? Quiet whispers truth But I can't hear Is he the hand of fate Or just lingering here?