Frail and listless Your apathy defines you A lie born from the truth A failing whisper Suggesting defiance A pale hand to guide you
What once was certain Now certainly is lost Replaced by greed and corruption A strangling grasp At the throats of innocents To break what once was pure
I will live forever I am the truth beyond the hate An apparition Unyielding I'm the Ghost of the Saint
Awakening the fallen spirit Inside You Beneath the ashes and decay A life unbroken You shall rise up And be reborn As a Ghost of the Saint