Through the night time did he roam
For he had no place to call his home
Simply him and nothing more
Endless darkness to explore
One question left he's yet to ask
"Who is hiding behind my mask?"
I hear his song he likes to sing
Something like remembering
About a girl and broken love
And how he'll greet her up above
He'll be there waiting all alone
Like his heart now turned to stone
His broken heart was by his side
Behind his mask where he must hide.
