Darkest night, none left to light

my soul, in its darkest hour.

Sharp knife, dart flights,

they show me their power.

Dance of death and dark and doom,

set in this, the darkest womb,

of the black, it sets me back

to where we all came from.

Good night, dark fights,

lose and soul is lost,

face is burned, arms are crossed.

Now that my soul is lost,

once was a man, now am Damned,

all let go, all but lust

and rage, now free of greed

and mans faults and false trusts.

Once had a name, now I know that was vain.

I need someone to share this pain.

And my path now is in darkness lain,

and I lay in the black, with humanity to wain,

because my name is REAVER, your hopes are in vain!