I emerged from the shadows in the wall, From the singing of the birds outside my window, From the roll of thunder and The crying of the gods.
I am shadows, decadent and sweet And full of hatred at the bottom of my soul. I won't hesitate to crush your very heart Nor trample on your love.
I come to you, The woman dressed in smoke, Your nightmare to behold. Darkness made me what I am, That monster that you know.