Can only see flickern' candle light,
Misty, cold and damp, smells of unholy
earth,
Smell the blood of countless men
who have died,
Where or where great white spirit my i be,
My voice lingers unanswered,
My hands my feet are chained to the old damp rock wall,
My whereabouts in focus,
As mine eyes come clear to see,
Where I've been chained in mortal fear,
Ti's my lowly soul holding me captive in
the merciless pain of love turned gray,
I can see the ghostly images of my lost love,
Bent on ravenous revenge to soul and body,
The dagger like fingers of a woman spirit,
Bent on ripping open my chest and retrieving
A heart she thought love had ner' flowed,
Alas twas her who damaged the heart of mine,
Laying bloody in hand of hate, quest
complete,
The spirit retreats into the dark
bowels of hell leaving me a ghoulish shell,
Against in my plight, a soft hand is felt,
Putting broken pieces of my heart into my soul,
Ti's the spirit of love bringing me from the torture of love, once again I am whole.
