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 d**h 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