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