Raindrops fallen on hallowed grounds.
The night is still, no lights, no sounds.
Blessings sent, everlasting in the night time fire.
Maiden of the Shadows, granting rest to souls who tire.

Raindrops fallen on hallowed land. Here, where no men stand.
Blessings sent, feelings of heart in hand.
Maiden of the Shadows, granting rest to souls who solemnly demand.

Raindrops fallen on hallowed earth.
The end of days brings true beginning’s birth.
Blessings sent, trinkets to spirits that bear little worth.
Maiden of the Shadows, granting rest to souls who thirst.

Raindrops fallen no more.
In the center of death, its heart, its core.
Blessings unsent, forgotten pledges, at time’s hand unsewn.
Maiden of the Shadows, denying rest to souls unknown.