The Haunted Can Be Free

As I lie here in the loneliness and darkness of my room
She watches from the shadow she has carried from the tomb
She's standing at my bedside with her hand outstretched to mine
And her beauty has not faded throughout the span of time

As I rise to kiss her icy lips
The lips of death I feel
Blind panic seizes hold of me
My senses start to reel

Her eyes take on a sadness
They have never shown before
My world is one she cannot share
She drifts towards the door

My fear has faded into love of the vision that I see
As she smiles I realize now what the future holds for me
Love that must be answered or forever drift away
The void that must be crossed before the break of day

There's a stillness in the air
A calm tranquility
As she beckons I must follow
And the haunted will be free
The haunted will be free