Alone I stand An empty field hearing cries in the cutting wind My shadow is cast Strangled by scorn my heart is stone truth is my redeemer I stand alone amidst the whispers of my dreams My spirit soars even in sorrow Alone I stand A bleak wood hearing voices of the forgotten A haunting echo Screaming in silence sorrow is my solace darkness is my strength I stand alone burdened by the hand of fate Solitude strengthens and inspires my soul I stand alone against the world twilight Amongst the players wearing false hoods in the masquerade Let the critics swarm, let the world rage against me I am the outcast I’m not the first I’m not the last