Haunted Songtext
von Inverne

Hail horrours, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang′d by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav′n.

Shadows creep out of the past long thought forgotten
Speaking the truth about things better left unspoken
Dragging me down, I feel cold fingers snatching my wrist
I wish I never did it, I wish I never did exist

It's your fault
Blood on your hands
Gavel goes down
By your own will
Do you hear
Her laugh and crying
It's what you killed
So recklessly


Said to be the greatest gift, greatest of them all
A new life, born of one′s own
I always dreamed of holding her, rocking her in my arms
She′s never come to be yet she haunts me in the nights

It's your fault
Blood on your hands
Gavel goes down
By your own will
Do you hear
Her laugh and crying
It′s what you killed
So recklessly

Scattered into pieces
Scattered over room
Every piece feels fear when
She haunts me in the night

So now it looks like I wished my life away
Never got to keep a thing I prayed to get
I opened the door, invited the guest to stay
Now little, motionless body is with what I'm left...


It′s your fault
Wasn't me
Blood on your hands
I thought it dream
Gavel goes down
Sentence passed
By your own will
Do you hear
Voice within
Her laugh and crying
Still denying
Its what you killed
Lives inside
So recklessly
Eternally