The Others

I see you there sitting on your grave

Waiting for the night to call up my name

Your pictures fade, the future outlines

a clock without hands keeping its time

Here, it's coming, I see your ghost wandering around the town

I feel sorry, I feel sorry for you left me one more time

From beyonder she arrives

draw me closer to demise

Touching lustful withered lips

Death has kissed you with disease

Here, it's coming, I see your ghost wandering around the town

I feel sorry, I feel sorry for you left me one more time

It's a farewell, you'll be sad when you don't see me around