Enter the Ghost Lake. 
The waters whisper 
Of something brooding. 
No way out of here. 
Slow smouldering, smouldering heat. 
Lapping at your skin 
Pulling you down again. 

I wish that I could 
Fan back to life 
The dying embers 
Of my long lost passion. 
Descending deeper. 
With black as my light. 
With twist and turn. 
All men will be tried in life. 

We look for light to call. 
The call to save us all. 
Lest we fall to our knees. 
The death, we kiss his feet. 
Oh, sacred [bad word]  
For our fate is done. 
In blindness do [bad word] 
Always backwards. 

The care of many 
Was lost in my hands. 
The sickness came in 
Floods of torment and woe. 

My withered body. 
Aching and bone tired. 
My christ who art lord. 
Hold me down again. 

Knee bent and head held low. 
Eyes closed against my foe. 
In prayer I sing on low. 
Answers to my last call. 
Oh, sacred [bad word]  
For it is you who's done. 
In blindness do you [bad word]  
And be sure not to fall. 

Oh, christ, what have I done? 
Ill fortune now [bad word]  
Fire raining from the sun. 
All virtue swept away. 
In floods of blackest death. 
The ghost will take my breath. 
My sins I will forget. 
I am nothing again. 

Exit the Ghost Lake. 
the waters silent. 
What now has risen? 
No man stands alone. 

The world is changing. 
'Tis misery who 
Leads our way now. 
Holding man down.