| Mid-dark thoughts of the grey tombstone | 
| And all I loved, I loved alone | 
| The second son of a setting sun | 
| Scores to settle, one by one | 
| Years of love have been forgot | 
| Years of trouble, years of draught | 
| Years of ever gently tapping | 
| On your chamber, all for naught | 
| And every ghastly apparition | 
| Claims to be the soul I’m missing | 
| Even though I keep on saying | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| Can’t you see, can’t you see? | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| Can’t you see, can’t you see? | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| Life is phantasmagoria now | 
| And every shadow is reaching out to me | 
| Life is phantasmagoria now | 
| And all that’s left is the stranger part of me | 
| By a shore of silver ashes | 
| Where a sea of sorrow crashes | 
| There is someone who remembers | 
| Someone who bears my resemblance | 
| Someone who has all the seeming | 
| Of a ghost forever dreaming | 
| And when I call, it always answers | 
| «I cannot tell you anything» | 
| And every ghastly apparition | 
| Claims to be the soul I’m missing | 
| Even though I keep on saying | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| Can’t you see, can’t you see? | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| Can’t you see, can’t you see? | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| Life is phantasmagoria now | 
| And every shadow is reaching out to me | 
| Life is phantasmagoria now | 
| And all that’s left is the stranger part of me | 
| Can’t you see, can’t you see? | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| Can’t you see, can’t you see? | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| That chair is empty now | 
| Life is phantasmagoria now | 
| Life is phantasmagoria now | 
| And every shadow is reaching out to me | 
| Life is phantasmagoria now | 
| And all that’s left is the stranger part of me |