The Host Songtext
von Noir Pale

Awaking from the depths of your mind
Slowly dripping from inside
A whisper of things of shame
This burden we share

The light I carry doesn′t shine
Yet you want it kept hidden
You hate my voice and eyes
Their stories of blame


Ghosts birthed from choices
Real monsters alive
Trading gifts on the altar
Of guilt and hatred

Two lovers loathing each other
Enchained by their own misery
Two eyes searching for the other
Only standing is the one that cannot see

Ghosts birthed from choices
Real monsters alive
Trading gifts on the altar
Of guilt and hatred