Testo The Walking Shadow

What have you done?
(You murderer!)
My father is dead
(Your day will come!)

Don't hold your breath
The night's still young
Confront your death Like father, like son

Who's this I see,
Approaching me?
The Chosen One.

Drawing closer, pace by pace
The walking shadow hides its face
Never aware of a looming attack
Like stepping right into a trap

As his weapon
Finds its victim
Mortified, he's shocked to find
The shadow is Faythe