Long I have waited
While the spirits in my sleep
Dark is the cold night
When the flesh begins to creep
Looking for shelter
As the winds begin to blow
Turn around
Let me see your face before I go
With long knife drawn now
I begin to realize
The mask is hidden
And a voice within me cries
Face of a wounded soul
Appearing through the night
Must hold on to myself
I've no desire to fight
Now it's all over
There's a sense of great relief
Seems to be floating
There's no happiness or grief
The spirits from my past
Arrive to take me home
I feel so empty
I'm completely on my own