Wondered through the night to the misty house Escaped to the upstars Shadow on the fall, took many forms Appeared from the darkness Spirit of the past sealed within this house Disciples left their final curse Calling for your name at the darkest hour And nothing shall you see
Spirit of a murderer, molestor of faith Is staring from behind Touching at your hair from the endless depth Should you maybe scream? Reaching to your face with his blood claws And talking dirty words Shadows on the wall took many forms Appeared from the darkness...