Wandering Soul - Cold Hearted

For 13 years I’m forced to walk these streets

I hear the rustle of dead leaves, a surprising peace

As the sun descends I see a full moon rising

No lantern lit path only spirits to guide me

On this hallowed night my thoughts become perverse

Just a wandering soul imprisoned on this earth

Disguised children run blindly while the dead men feast

Black cats and werewolves gnawing at their feet

Candles extinguished by the October wind

The pumpkins scoff at our immortal sin

As the end of the harvest has come to pass

The barren tree branches become homes for the bats

The summer’s fires are down to their coals

Am I the one for whom the funeral bell tolls?

On this hallowed night my thoughts become perverse

Just a wandering soul imprisoned on this earth

The surface calls my name

I surrender to the grave

Bound by the twist of cain

Sent back from where I came