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Candle filled room lets off an order
I have to light more
but the more I light
The more I feel colder
I don't understand why the ghost hunt me so
I sit at the alter praying
that they will go

But they never do
Still torturing me with this cold
I've lit a thousand candles
prayed a million prays.
And yet no one will listen
No one will hear what I say

Oh how I've pleaded with many gods
From the Hindus in the East
to the Christ of the West
Oh how I've begged for them to take away these ghost
These deceased souls
casted away from the havens
to hunt me in this cold.

Candle filled room lets off and order
flames dance around
and I feel older
My dull eyes watch as blood sweat from the wax
are the candles bleeding...?

No they are not
I am
The ghost have grown restless
as the candles grow shorter
What are they waiting for?

I must light more candles to live
to stop the chill from killing
But the blood as now clouded my eyes
All I see is red
has death finally come to clam me?
Or have I all ways been dead?

No matter!
I shall live!
Candles began to grow even shorter
and now the ghost are bolder.

I see they're ugly faces
dead dead souls who have been rejected
Heart broken people who wanted only love
But what can you do if no one wants you below
or above?

No stop it!
I shall not pity these death bringers!
I must live
must pray.
The alter of red stone
A lit with the candles red glows
burns the very fire of my soul
I must know!
What is it they want of me?

Candle filled room lets off an order
Why must I suffer?
Why must it get colder?
I must light more
Must live
Must not die
Must...I must

I began to cry
The ghost began to smirk and laugh
And oh how they laugh!
Crackles and hackles
Like whips and chains
They know what is coming.
They see it so clear now.
Am I given up?
Should I just let it be and die?

No...

What do you want from me!?
What have I done!?
I've been here for so long
the tears
the blood
Come on!
Let it be done!

You stupid excels!
You ghastly cowrds!
I dare you to move! I dare you you ******** bastards!
Kill me if you must!
But I shall not go without a fight!

The ghost become quiet
and suddenly it's hot
My tears
my blood
Everything that is me
suddenly began to burn
A the candles that have let off such orders
have vanished

I gaze at the alter
and see a mirroir
I am a falme
But I do not screm

I laugh!
Oh I laugh!
I crackle and hackle
and mock my hunters!
Their ugly faces confused
mine with such an insane peace
Oh how I loved my laugh!

My soul is on fire.
My heart is now pleased
The ghost mumble as they go
I shall not be one of them as they had thought so.