Frail - Conjurer

Speak, dear friend, has the void taken thee?

Did this realm become all too much to bear?

With your ghostly hand

This once faithless man believes

And with your frail touch

I know what it is to grieve

How I yearn for your solace, pale ghost

How I yearn to walk these hallowed grounds

Forever

With your ghostly hand

This once faithless man believes

And with your whispers faint

The sorrow never seems to cease

A life lost is the price we pay

For every second in wasted day

A fleeting glimpse of majesty

Was all I had 'fore you were taken from me

My frail phantom, disappear once more

Before I follow you back into the dark

I’ll follow forever into the dark