The Ghost Of Akin

In the year of ‘66, where shadows grew so cold
A child with a heart of stolen gold, trapped in the cellar
Damp and full of pain
He waited for his mother
Though she’d never come again
Bound by chains, of sorrows

The walls screamed red
As his ghost began to fade
A child lost to hunger
In a debt he never made

Now I walk free, but his face I see, a ghostly child who’ll never be
Oh, Ghost Akin, bound by pain, a child in chains, a soul remains!
Where time stay!

A rusty knife hidden
A tool and a sin
In the hands of a ghost
Named Akin

The walls screamed red
As his ghost began to fade
A child lost to hunger
In a debt he never made

Now I walk free, but his face I see, a ghostly child who’ll never be
Oh, Ghost Akin, bound by pain, a child in chains, a soul remains!
Where time stay!

Now I walk free, but his face I see, a ghostly child who’ll never be