From the recording Gods of a Fallen Empire

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Frail and listless
Your apathy defines you
A lie born from the truth
A failing whisper
Suggesting defiance
A pale hand to guide you

What once was certain
Now certainly is lost
Replaced by greed and corruption
A strangling grasp
At the throats of innocents
To break what once was pure

I will live forever
I am the truth beyond the hate
An apparition
I'm the Ghost of the Saint

Awakening the fallen spirit
Inside You
Beneath the ashes and decay
A life unbroken
You shall rise up
And be reborn
As a Ghost of the Saint