The Ghost Of Cain - Bruce Dickinson

In your hour of darkness be not afraid

As the moonlight shivers on your grave

Come back to find you here, save you from the danger

Come back to lead you home, from the hooded stranger

Conjuring the ghost of Cain, he won’t let you fall again

Return your soul to sleep again, conjuring the ghost of Cain

Cross a cork with silver, won’t save you now

You must pay the ferryman, pay him somehow

There’s only one place left, to take you across the river

You’ll never know who saved you, the angel who deliverd

Conjuring the ghost of Cain, he won’t let you fall again

Return your soul to sleep again, conjuring the ghost of Cain

A streamer from the sun, fire 'round your heart

The earth gives up its dead, the brothers are apart

Conjuring the ghost of Cain, he won’t let you fall again

Return your soul to sleep again, conjuring the ghost of Cain

Conjuring the ghost of Cain, he won’t let you fall again

Return your soul to sleep again, conjuring the ghost of Cain

The ghost of Cain, the ghost of Cain, the ghost of Cain