Who hides behind shadowed eyes;

who lives within its soul?

Who knows the seasons of our torment,

where the enemy of all love grows?

Who basks in its laughter as our love falls

beneath tattered wings of despair?

Who shouts out obscenities with never a worry,

with never a single care?

Who holds all of fate's children in its scaly claws

to devour all hopes and all dreams?

Who holds us close under watchful eyes

to hear us inhale as we let loose a scream?

And then when we parish beneath its sneer,

who will wipe the tears that we shed?

Yes, who will care, who will weep, who will wonder,

when all of our love is dead?