A soul wanders on and on, it knows not where it’s going.
A banshee walks the ground untouched, all reason is gone.
A spirit marches on and on, it cares not if it’s snowing.
A daemon prowls the street unpaved, journey far from done.

A banshee walks the ground untouched, all the thoughts are gone.
A soul wanders on and on, past the river flowing.
A daemon prowls the street unpaved, damned, broken, worthless.
A shade crawls the dusty boulevard, lonely, sad, lifeless.

A soul wanders on and on, past the river flowing.
A spectre travels far and wide, with the heavy burden it’s towing.
A shade limps along the way, depressed and heavy-hearted.
A shadow stalks the sleeping city, sick with horrid envy.

A spectre travels far and wide, with the heavy burden it’s towing.
A wraith strolls the road unbound, longing for a purpose.
A shadow lurks inside the city, shy and quietly wanting a chance.
The Ghost of man, time unbound, walks forever and again.

A wraith strolls the road unbound, longing for a purpose.
A spirit marches on and on, it cares not if it’s snowing.
The ghost of man, life once lived, carries on and on.
A soul wanders on and on, it knows not where it’s going.