Lyrics The Wraith - Dark Sermon

The Wraith

I can hear him sharpening his blade
I can hear him dragging the tool of his trade
The phantom vision
The audible taunt
The apparition
Perpetual haunt
The wraith, the wraith
O, the arbiter of obsession, the messenger of faith
The phantom vision
The audible taunt
The apparition
Perpetual haunt
The circumcision
Undeniable want
Without permission
Spiritually gaunt
The wraith, the wraith
O, the arbiter of obsession, the messenger of faith
One body
Two souls
Purgatorial uncertainty
Surrounding mirrors of deceit
If he is me, then I am he
Illusion shrouded by this spectral sea
Murderous stranger of mercy
Suicidal proximity
Hard to breathe, harder to eat
When I’ve got so many mouths to feed
O, wraith
Sharpen your blade (O, wraith)
Menacing display
O, wraith