Silhouettes rush through the milieus of forestry,
Like shadowed foes that remain watching me;
Forever for eternity.
I see the darkness staring at me;
Pupils with catlike slits,
Flickering uncontrollably;
But I cannot progress,
To animation I refuse to address.
Whilst my shadowed foes rush near
The whistling, the voices from afar I hear;

"Roll over and die,
And do not cry;
For we are Liberation.
To free you from pain,
This life you've slain
And take away the life you've gained."

It is raining now in the woods,
Scarlet that stains the snow,
Leaves tainted with crimson blood,
But it is the waters trench it away with a cleansing flood
An inanimate hand; A vacant stare
Until you realize the life's not there,
The life that was, soon forgotten.
The light of the sun is swept by the moon's sweet kiss;
Memories that won't be profoundly missed.
Whilst my own shadow is hushed here
The voice of mine is near;

"Roll over and die,
And do not cry;
For I am Liberation.
To free you from pain,
This life I've slain
And take away the life you've gained."

I know now the voice of the Silhouettes; My shadowed foes:
The sins of my given woes.
Yet I feel no repent for what I've done,
Just to feel another battle's won.
My eyes they bleed, my hands they shake,
Blade to the ground I drop and a memory I take;
The swishing metal falling with a single hiss,
Now impel me through this cold, obscure bliss.

Retreat, you don't need to know my name;
A title meaningless to you.
I am the one who you call Liberation;
The shadowed foe the darkness shall ensue.
Accost my gaze,
Through the summer haze,
And know that when the death call's near;
You are next to become the deer.