Lyrics To Bane Wiesel's 'Night'

You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you…

As I learned nothing will kill me and I don’t understand this because I would like nothing else then to stop the eternal suffering and just end it all. Those thoughts had to wait until I found and killed her for good then maybe I would get my peace and resolve for once. I wiped the blood off my chin and collected all the coins from the dead putting them inside a pouch which slipped into the top of my corset. It’s not like they would be spending money anytime soon and I needed it to escape so I walked out of the tavern as if nothing happened and walked out of the town. I heard screaming and shrieks from a far but no one knew I had committed the murders and they couldn’t trace me to it they hadn’t even heard my name. I followed the hints of mother that I could through the years whether it be multiple killings in one area or her scent in the air. I had been closer on her trail and finally got into the same country she was

I must admit that what you may read is very hard to understand, but please keep your mind open…Jayden my dear boy, when you are reading this it means that we have lost the war, and that I am long dead and gone. You are very important, you are the missing piece. I am very sorry that I couldn’t tell you before but, it was too dangerous; I couldn’t risk losing the only hope we have left. In the time you are reading this, the world around you has changed drastically. I am intrusting you with this precious knowledge of our races’ past. When our race was very young we had an enchanted artefact, it protected us and the balance of the earth. Some among us were chosen to carry the burden of the power, they had unlimited amount of potential. Though there was one that decided to turn his back on the powers true purpose. Peace. His name was Kaldor, the king of destruction as you may know him. He destroyed his entire village in order for his secret to stay hidden, but time revealed his plans. Though it was too late, the war began and soon our race was becoming extinct. Even now, as I write this our base is being attacked. I wish I could be there to see you grow into a fine young man. However, you were spared of death to bring peace back to the land, and see to it that Kaldor will be gone forever. For you have the power within you to foil his plans, I have faith in you my son. We all

Hours went by, and everything was going excellent until we went to hang my last stand, when the uttermost dreaded

As I 'm walking though the cemetery, I hear a wail. We 've only heard it once before but no one can ever seem to get that awful screeching sound out of our heads. The demon that crawls out of the shadows....it demands to be seen. To be heard. To be acknowledged. To be felt. It was only a matter of time until we experienced that kind of fear again. Though I guess this time it wasn 't out of nowhere. No. It was my fault. If I don 't undo it, everyone would turn their backs on me. I would be nothing but a ghost from their past.

I promised myself that when she woke up the next day we would start our new life without fear of the evil creature ever being in our lives. I knew he was going to show up, he made a promise when he said he'd be with me on my wedding night. So there I was pacing up and down the lonely halls of the mansion. Inspecting every corner that might inhabit my enemy. Taking meticulous steps forward, peeking out the windows to see the faint images of trees covered by the thick fog. Looking over my shoulder now and then expecting a surprise attack. The fiend was nowhere to be found, I began to assume that some fortunate chance had intervened to prevent the execution of his menaces, that's when my heart dropped, my breath and very muscle suspended.

I was your prisoner, you wrapped me in skin tight chains I could never escape from. You knew of everything I could’ve ever wanted and now you’re the reason my life was brutally taken away from me. I remember it quite well as I watched the blood flow out of me as if it was escaping the walls that has held it captive for 18 years. With the door wide open, and bright red blood- stains on the carpet, it was easy to tell what had happened. The demon who had taken my life will be found, and will no longer cease to exist.

Suddenly I could feel my infernal demise, echoes of my own anguished screams of torment. I could feel as the heat melted my flesh from my bones. I closed my eyes tight, welcoming the silence of death soon to come. I yearned for my suffering to end, and yet an end did not come. Suddenly my anguish transformed into a worse pain. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into the huge crimson eyes of the beast that was tearing my flesh from my bones with it's

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

I can’t be this person anymore. I can’t lead this life. It hurts too much. I’m tired of loving, I hate you and I’m tired of hating I love you.” She whispered softly with a calming voice, though filled with sadness. The melody seemed to just flow out of her like a mountain stream tumbling up and down over weather-worn rocks just the sound of her voice made the room feel colder. Gritting my teeth and forcing myself to stand it was my turn to look away and study the white walls. I shook my head bewildered. The devil wasn’t finished yet with wrecking my life. I opened my mouth to respond, hoping to repair the damage, but nothing came out. It felt like my vocal cords were paralyzed. Ingrid sat there thinking, the renewed silence between us surpassed the previous one in its length and weight. Then some force greater than the craving for a drink hit me. I could feel it pressing on me like the compounded gravity inside some inescapable black hole. I willed a breath into my lungs hoping that fresh air might relieve my sense of suffocation from trying to absorb everything Ingrid had just told me, struggling to put it into some sort of order and context. It seemed forever before I managed to exhale. Ingrid finally stood up; upset she stared at me with a blank, uncomprehending

I feel as if he has left marks on my body, black tainted signs that he has claimed me for his own. I will not go though. I have too much keeping me here. My son is waiting for me. I must continue, I will rage against death. I am not afraid. It is death that should fear me.

The lightening struck like a fierce whip, forcing you to keel over in agony. The debilitating feeling coursed through your veins like a serpent of anguish and fury. Just as you had accepted the finality of the lethal strike, you found yourself rising from the stone floor and making your way towards the hollow pit. Black fumes rose out of its depths and threatened to take you hostage in their formidable cloaks of menacing smoke. Their ruthless hostility came to encompass you in a state of utter dysphoria and your feeble attempts at escaping suddenly seemed hopeless. This intrusion was the inevitable consequence of dabbling in hopeless causes. You knew She would come back and bite, and like a toxic snake, Her venom was lethal.

It has been two weeks. My fingers feel frozen, my hands are idle. I do not wish to move, for I will become a devil’s plaything. If I begin to walk, I will only try to move towards her. If I began to speak, I will only try to utter her name. I will do something I should not, and I will regret it deeply.

Your word's and threat's were nothing new, but I am still afraid. To be next a rope or a knife. To many times you pulled your superiority you did not expect the lash back you felt threatened on that last battle didn't you? so quickly you reacted by grabbing my throat but I gave you a gift that you helped create. Now I ask you how does my spit taste.? Now that there is nothing left of you in life, but even gone you are the demon who is alive and well in my dreams.

The darkness was slowly devouring my body. All that surrounded me was an empty room and dead silence. I held on to my knees as tears rolled down my cheeks. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand, trying to control the unbearable pain in my chest. The images of her face appeared in my mind. Horns popped out of her head; a tail crawled out from behind her; and a wicked grin crept across her face. Her smile grew wider the moment her claws ripped off my wings and any chance of escaping the depths of hell.