I wander through a desolate land On a cold and barren day I wander beneath a shadow Under a light so chill, so gray My thoughts beneath the shadow That will not pass away My thoughts beneath the shadow That will not fade away Faces that avert are pale Voices thin with fear Silent streets and alleys wind Windless skies so drear Wither beneath the shadow What is this grisly visage That sears their souls with dread? What demon constant follows me And tints the sun so red? What is this fiend whose shadow Taints lands wherever I tread? Faces that avert are pale Voices thin with fear Silent streets and alleys wind Windless skies so drear Wither beneath the shadow Faces that avert are pale Voices thin with fear Silent streets and alleys wind Windless skies so drear Writhing whispers that I hear To turn and look Upon its face Brought fear I’d never known The shadow Has ever haunted me As I walk the earth so alone When I turned, no face I saw For the shadow was my own When I turned, no face I saw For the shadow was my own Wither beneath the shadow Faces that avert are pale Voices thin with fear Silent streets and alleys wind Windless skies so drear Writhing whispers that I hear (they were really hard to find!)