(The) Grimness Of Which Shepherds Mourn

(The) Grimness Of Which Shepherds Mourn
I stand alone
In a valley filled with starlight
My eyes suffer
From eternal sparks
So shut the lids and dream so I can see
The trident clearer than ever now
And in my darkest fantasy
And as I reach for Hell
In my darkest fantasy
I reach for Hell
And I am Free...