Ghost - Respite Of The Spitalfields

Ghost - Respite Of The Spitalfields

We're here in the after of a murderous crafter
The past is spun like a yarn and mangled
With flesh and blood and bones, I wonder
Did no one hear the distant thunder
The autumnal reaper, the stains of this creeper
Will last, the shine and the sham entangled
Like salting earth with tears of Jesus
He sliced and diced our dreams to pieces
For the dreams that you dreamt
Can become just as real
As the blood that was shed
With the slash of his steel
Now the street walking dead
Was quite a scene, wasn't it?
For the lost and mislead
Were promised seats by the pit
We will break away together
I'll be the shadow
You'll be the light
Nothing ever lasts forever
We will go softly
Into the night