Lost spirits appear in my wake
And ask if they’ve done well.
I assure them that the only way
To walk is straight through Hell.
Within the shadows, ghosts still haunt
And sing an eerie tune.
Turn around and find, my friend,
That you’ll meet Death quite soon.
I’ve a song for the starving soul.
Sweet melodies will play in the ears of the broken
And harsh clangs will beat in the heads of the unworthy.
Midnight frightens all that pass.
Nothing’s beyond the looking glass.
I can’t see you, you can’t see me–
It’s just how it’s supposed to be.
Do not label me as naive–
I’ve seen the ways the natural spirit engulfs
The world in water and flames
As blood washes over fate
And freezes like ice.
Remember all those memories, Love?
But you’ve left me, afraid of fear.
Though I happen to not miss you at all,
And I’m quite glad you’re not here.
It’s a game to them, they don’t understand,
They think that all is well.
But Earth is falling and Heaven is crumbling
Down to the depths of Hell.
Ghostly silhouettes, fair maidens dressed in white.
Ghostly, cunning ghouls dance in candlelight.
Bind all your secrets with my soul, I’d gladly take the fight.
But leave them not too long, or else, they’ll soon be out of sight.