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The wraith of the past is taking away my pain,

The demons of my history

Leaving marks in my thoughts,

Years of fear and anger

Are marching through the land.

The soul of the dead -

The peace of the nameless,

Determination of revenge.

Voices whisper my name.

Ghost of the past - the magic of the moment,

Ghost of the past - the spirit of the wind,

Ghost of the past - the story disappears,

Ghost of the past - the demons call for me.

The legacy of the wise men

Was written and was preached.

Carved in stone with the blood

And tears of the slaves.

The hostages of time

Will learn from their faults,

The victim of life - the guilty will hide,

The children of tomorrow

Voices whisper my name.

Ghost of the past - the magic of the moment,

Ghost of the past - the spirit of the wind,

Ghost of the past - the story disappears,

Ghost of the past - the demons call for me.

The justice calls for her shady creature,

The ruthlessness shows her false face,

The dying of the world will newer be the strain,

The last human trace cleans the last rain.