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Among these ghosts I walk

Groping my way in the dark.

Taking a path long lost,

Recalling the bewitching eyes.

In the catacombs of time

The ghosts still gaze about.

Indifferent to your call,

Begetting uniformity.

The voice so bleak and dry,

It comes from shadows' depths.

Mundane yet very distant,

Sound of a tongue once known.

(I have heard

This voice

I have seen

These eyes.)

I have heard

This voice

I have seen

These eyes.

I have walked

This road,

I have borne

These scars.

Here everything's the same

Forgotten means entombed.

The dead will never rise

The ghosts lie by the corpses.

In the catacombs of time

The ghosts still gaze about.

Indifferent to your call,

Begetting uniformity.