I lost my track
Searching for the coast
Which lay close to my fire
With treason around it's neck

Dancing a ghost song
With it's title death ours
With hands full of blood
And pleasant fragrance

My lady of Lord's
I have danced my song
In the middle of the ocean
And I danced myself lane

Plea not my cause
For my hands are black
And I chewed my tongue
In my memory of lost

Save not my safety
For I smoked my eyes red
In the red carpet
Build with tears

Sharing it's identity
With the ghost cover
And I lost all along the way
My journey has just began.