The world alive,
Bathed in moonlight as I walked past
My grave in the fog
Observe her form, lying beside the stone
And the letters she left in my name
Where I longed to speak the worst of my soul,
I watch the tears that run down her face drop to the ground
Without ever knowing that
I crossed a wide ocean of change,
Consumed by a desperate despair all the way
Yet, despite every hollow oremain that I've gone through,
The ghost is always you
Behind the chapel walls, where my soul's laid to rest
There within a moment I understood;
I the watcher, just a silent silhouette behind the gates
By god, one day, help me forgive myself
She the conspirator will guide my hands and cleanse my soul
Though I have remained silent, the search is over and I let go
I will find a voice to describe all the horror inside of my mind,
With determination
I'm just a servant to the silence, the silence I despise
Guide me through the darkest days
Where in my heart beats a guiding voice? A sullen hand to suffer my choice;
And now, to decipher, the moments gone I finally understand my fate,
And what has to come to be worth the pain, and ride the seas of change
Whatever I become
Like me, for that moment her face is gone Life's lust, my only friend
No more the answers to force my own life to change
Breathing, cause the movement when life is gone
Still the silent silhouette, may my search be over and lend me to rest
I felt the anguish in that movement discovering me,
But consequently give my tired soul to be separate