I was kidnapped by a wicked muse
And now my sister believes I'm dead.
So I tried to play a song on my flute
In hopes that she would find where it led.
My sister is dead, killed by a muse
And now I will avenge her death.
I lead the assassins to find that muse
To help me kill her before she even takes a breath.
This isn't how things were supposed to go
Carissa did not answer my song.
So I drugged the muse and went on my way
To find my sister and right this wrong.
I heard her flute, but it couldn't be true
Anna-Claire died years ago.
Yet still my assassins follow me
To try to avenge the death in the snow.
I formed a group to search for the lost
All of us searching for missing family members.
My sister I know for sure is alive
I just hope that Carissa remembers.
Over time, our hope grew dim
The final spark of hope left our heads.
After all this time, I finally know
I firmly believe that Anna-Claire is dead.