I am a wraith, I'm a slayer and I have no one left to slay I am at the end of the road, a road that led me astray Your life should not be wasted, if you're not ready to die yet Until the soil falls upon you, you shouldn't meet your death The ghosts and wounds become one Longing to be whole in the slow fade to black of a lost soul If I had one I would gladly cut my heart out But I can only dream on The tide that swelled in my veins has gone dry with sand and rust The salt and the heat of skin replaced by the kiss of dust Below the rock it grows colder and colder still is the night sky My hopes go up against the black space Defiant little moths, they die The wounds and ghosts become one in scars numb and old There's no fiery deep nor gates of gold I am the one, whose teeth I'd like to kick out But I can only dream on My bones drying up, lying numb to pain, they'll try to move in vain No feasts or songs for a mouth that's rotting away Why do I see the moon shining right through me? The cold white moon The bone white moon I just wait for all these memories to fade out So I wouldn't be dreaming on