You feel it, the cold draft that seems to come from nowhere
you feel it, a hand on your shoulder but no ones there
is it someone trying to say goodbye
why does death occur, why do we cry... why do we have to say goodbye
will it be my inevitable end that i will end up just like them
a spirit from the other side that just wants to say goodbye
does the evil in my spirit keep me from seeing the glorious lights
and the glorious sights, will i have to battle to earn the rights?