As the wraiths draw nearer
And the stones cut deeper into my soles
She drifts in the water
The banks of silt and led
A current of pain ebbs and flows
The rapids growing louder
Cloaks concealing, insensate to feeling
Cloaks concealing, insensate to feeling
Cloaks concealing, insensate to feeling
An amulet of hope
Entangled in a cilice
The barbs engrave the flesh
With the seal of lust
And the river flows
And the wraith draws nearer