The Walking Shadow

What have you done You murderer My father is dead Your day will come Don't hold your breath The night's still young Confront your death Like father, like son Who's this I see Approaching me The Chosen One Drawing closer, pace by pace The walking shadow hides its face Never aware of a looming attack Like stepping right into a trap As his weapon Finds its victim Mortified, he's shocked to find The shadow is Faythe