Yesterday, a tale was told

The nature of a world far older

They spoke of a man with ambition

Collecting his fame from a world far colder than this

He sold his soul to the smiling Devil

Exchanging it for bliss

Through before his sinful splendour

He walked alone

As he wondered to himself

Am I a Ghost?

Am I a Ghost?

Do you see a host

Of someone who was close?

I ask you to tell me

What your blind eyes see

For men like me

We walk alone

The wise are evaded

In a new world of fixed belief

So you wish to seek the message?

Glance at the first letter of lyric of song

The sage must stay silent

Walking through warm winds

For while brilliance may exert

They don't wear masks above a glowing skirt

As they think to themselves

Am I a Ghost?

Am I a Ghost?

Do you see a host

Of someone who was close?

I ask you to tell me

What your blind eyes see

For men like me

We walk alone.