Wraith Lyrics

we are fog, we are nightmares
we are the tattered rags of the grave
fall into the hungry dirt
become one with the shadow that haunts all tombs

cold fingers crawl and weave
all deathly pale
cold fingers crawl and weave their way
all deathly pale

we are of sulfur, we are of coal
we are of Him, we are of Hell
all parts of darkness move toward us
and we breathe, and we radiate its brilliant void

ghost lights in the haze