There are ghosts in every hallway

In every room' behind every door

Peering through every window intho the past

Holding onto us in the bitterness of the mire

Leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces in which they hide

But there are no ghosts here

There are gods in the wake of every flame

The fire that betroths the coldness of the void

In every wind' every tempest' and every snowfall

In every silence

Inside every root that reaches deep into the soul of the Earth

But there are no ghosts here

Shadows paint the dusk

Ghosts rise from the flames

To set alight in the fields

In robes of smoke and spirit aligned

Music to the END