Man possessed
Can find no rest,
Waking for his nightmare.
Safe in bed,
But in his head
He knows her soul resides there

Ill be the breeze
That blows the candle out
And chills the room
As summer burns without...
Calling your name.

Love lamented,
His soul tormented,
Sleeping in the embers.
As good as dead,
Hes lost his head -
But how ? no-one remembers !

Ill be the hand
That guides your hand to write
Ill turn you pale
With ink and second-sight...
Calling your name.

Ill be your skin,
Ill turn you black and blue...
Ill be your breath...
The life and death of you...
Calling your name.