Wandering Soul [ft. Bob Wilson (Mother of Mercy/Beware)]
For 13 years I'm forced to walk these streets I hear the rustle of dead leaves, a surprising peace As the sun descends I see a full moon rising No lantern lit path only spirits to guide me
On this hallowed night my thoughts become perverse Just a wandering soul imprisoned on this earth
Disguised children run blindly while the dead men feast Black cats and werewolves gnawing at their feet Candles extinguished by the October wind The pumpkins scoff at our immortal sin
As the end of the harvest has come to pass The barren tree branches become homes for the bats The summer's fires are down to their coals Am I the one for whom the funeral bell tolls?
On this hallowed night my thoughts become perverse Just a wandering soul imprisoned on this earth
The surface calls my name I surrender to the grave Bound by the twist of cain Sent back from where I came