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The Ghost of Burning Souls

Perhaps you believe in me,

I got to see your face,

so beautiful and subtle,

with his eyes on desgrace

Hail to the ghost of burning souls!

One cigarette under his watch

The rhythm desires

Whistle to the last train

I'll see the ghost

Hail to the ghost of burning souls!

We met when we were almost drunk

deep in dark, the perfect love

Your soul burn in the end

By the hand of the ghost!

Hail to the ghost of burning souls!