Alpha
The Watcher
Bastion of hope, Paragon of all
Hidden from sight by sea and wall
A reign of peace coming undone
The light of day we came to shun
We beckoned them in
And succumbed to sin
The whispers from the dark abyss
Told sweet lies of pure bliss
Now we are what mortals scorn
While our dark tears show we mourn
The city cloaked with a mask of dread
The souls within waiting to be fed
The chills render you cold and numb
While the breath on you shoulder whispers
"Barathum"