Her ghost, in the fog
In the middle of the night
While the moon rises
She haunts all the living
Her ghost, in the fog
The dark clouds revealing
The reflection of herself
On the little lake
Her ghost, in the fog
Touching me, cursing me
Roaming my soul and
Reading me like an open book
I try to hide myself
Running away from her
But she always comes back
And seed in nightmares
Always the target
I grow tired of this game
Of her little amusement
I will become... a ghost!
Our ghosts in the fog
I joined her at last
Because of her hauntings
Yet she doesn't stop
Haunting my fucking soul are you?
Should I do the same to you?
Flying like a corsair
I fly high in the sky
Where dark clouds merge
To fight against the sun
For we know, our darkest desires
Her ghost, in the fog
Now I'm with you
You come to me
Holding me, touching me
What the fuck is wrong with you
What was all of that for?
My ghost, in the fog
It is my turn to hurt you
To strike you, blindly
In this white cloud
Hardly following your shadows
I can't see anymore
Your ghost in the fucking fog
DAMN ME.
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