Hell Hath No Fury…
Atop the mighty mountain
Along the flowing streams
I followed my ideal
Of what I thought was you
Atop the mighty mountain
Along the flowing streams
I followed my ideal
Of what I thought was you
“For two years she has managed to wander…faceless…nameless. Fading into the background from city to city. Being recognised could be so costly. She took up small jobs to sustain herself. Lived off the grid as best she could. She was so careful. Hoping…Praying to never be discovered.”
In silent stealth I come In the dead of night Clouds cover the moon Guarding my shadow