The Haunting Presence - Bane

Alone in the dark chamber

Watching the fire of the burning candles

Everything always reminds me of you

Underneath the gray skies

In the cold winter breeze

Your presence is always haunting me

In the deepest depths of my mind

Your voice somewhere echoes

And after all is lost and forgotten

We are nowhere to be found or remembered

Underneath the gray skies

In the cold winter breeze

Your presence is always haunting me

And finally

Our souls

Rest in peace

Forever