Upon a misty mountain top
Beneath a hollow stone
Beside the trees and rivers
In oceans dark and cold
In shining day and blackest night
In elderly and newborn alike
There is but one essential thing
That nameless one that brings us in
And if the minds of men should fail
Our paltry castles sieged or scaled
No razing or embracing could
***** out this, our spiritual sail

It whispers in my ear.
The shadow with no fear
speaking, without shedding a tear.

About a danger coming near,
coming right towards my rear.
Speaking, equipping my holy gear.

It tells me to stand and sing
while it holds me under its wing

"Do not be afraid of the ghost.
It is only a victim so lost."

I am born from the ash

Every time I die.

I fall from the way

Again I try.