(Male-growl)

Teardrops rolling down the slope of her nose,

Pools of blood trespassing into shadows,

Of the daggers held firmly in his hand.

He watches her drift off to never land.

The story is pretty, just like her face.

Her ill fortune, on her the blame is placed.

Diamond studded coffin, invitation

To the grave robbers from every nation.

Her soul can never find peace in this rest,

With the arcane betrayal in her chest.

So from the corpse of what he feared the most.

Is born her breath-taking dangerous ghost.

(Female- sung)

On good days, I'm the whisper of the air,

I'll always, be smiling at you from my rocking chair.

On dark nights, I'm the shadow in the hall.

It's alright, you'll be with me at the end of it all.

(Male-growl)

Hex bags, hoodoo, iron, salt, exorcists,

She dissolves into jasmine scented mist.

Prayers, sermons, masses, Sundays so pure,

She can't haunt him anymore, he's so sure.

New week brings new prey wrapped in satin sheets.

Shiver runs down his spine despite the heat.

The slick flesh he claimed has a face that's hers,

It's his imagination, he infers.

He discards phone when it flashes her name,

Hangs his head low for his friends in faux shame.

They place him on the pedestal they made.

From the height he sees her eyes, sharp as blade.

(Female- sung)

On good days, I'm the whisper of the air,

I'll always, be smiling at you from my rocking chair.

On dark nights, I'm the shadow in the hall.

It's alright, you'll be with me at the end of it all.

(Male-growl)

He runs, runs, runs so far away.

She can't follow, she has to stay

In the place of her haunting, he's safe,

And she's trapped inside her rotting grave.

(Instrumental)

Ten years later, in the middle of March,

Things are better, and he enters the Church,

To attend the wedding of their best friend.

He sees her standing, nothing ever ends.

(Female-sung)

December, the year was lucky thirteen.

Remember, our hands binded by mutual sweet sin.

Promises, of a non-existent world,

Your kisses, like daggers bled out an innocent girl.

(Female- sung)

On good days, I'm the whisper of the air,

I'll always, be smiling at you from my rocking chair.

On dark nights, I'm the shadow in the hall.

It's alright, you'll be with me at the end of it all.

It's alright, you'll be with me at the end of it all.