Beneath the moon, the drums are calling, Ancient voices weave the night. In my chest the storm is rising, Dark and light begin their fight. I walk the path where shadows meet the flame, Whispers call me by my secret name. Heart of stone, yet soul of burning fire, Torn between the oath and the desire. Roots of oak and wings of raven, Guard the truth I cannot hide. Every step, a choice is taken, Every tear, the worlds divide. I walk the path where shadows meet the flame, Whispers call me by my secret name. Heart of stone, yet soul of burning fire, Torn between the oath and the desire. If I fall to night’s embrace, Will I lose my human face? If I rise with dawn anew, Will I be forever true? I walk the path where shadows meet the flame, Bound forever, never quite the same. Through the battle, one truth I have found: Light and dark both circle all around.
