If the shadow knew its name it would be greatful to the maker
Undying in its gratitude turning giver into taker
If the shadow knew its name the burden would release
and in the veins of reason the pain would surely cease
If the shadow knew its name the fortress would fall under
the walls would fall upon their heads those fools would see their blunder
If the shadow knew its name the faker would move on
But the shadow does not know its name and its stolen before dawn
That saddened little shadow is not the thing you see
That silly little shadow dwells deep inside of me
