Speak, dear friend, has the void taken thee?
Did this realm become all too much to bear?
With your ghostly hand
This once faithless man believes
And with your frail touch
I know what it is to grieve
How I yearn for your solace, pale ghost
How I yearn to walk these hallowed grounds
Forever
With your ghostly hand
This once faithless man believes
And with your whispers faint
The sorrow never seems to cease
A life lost is the price we pay
For every second in wasted day
A fleeting glimpse of majesty
Was all I had 'fore you were taken from me
My frail phantom, disappear once more
Before I follow you back into the dark
I'll follow forever into the dark
