Riddle کے بول

Riddle I was born to the sound of the funeral bell To the sounds of mourning - when Night cast Her spell My path is of solitude - I dwell where all Winds blow I rise with Nightfall - Helios my foe I am the One Who stands in whispering Halls On both sides of the mirror - Our Legacy foretold I am the silent traveller amongst you as I walk The stranger at your funerals... KPABE MEAAN KOPAB KPABE KOPAKA KPABE MEAAN KOPA8 KPAZE! I am the shadows that dance across your walls Looking through your misty windows as the Sun descends and the Night falls I am the unexpected knock upon your door The Howling wind that blows your fire out in winter Nights so cold... I am the silent One Who visits when you sleep The One you talk about that stirs a fear so deep! I am the sound of footsteps that makes the traveller turn The one you would like to catch and hope that fire can burn!