Last night a ghost came to my house
His skin was pale and he did not touch the ground
I let him in, I gave him bread
I gave him space to rest his head
He told me tales of Kings and thieves
And rich old men he saw on Christmas eve
But then his gaze, it came to me
And he began to tell the tales of my misdeeds
I thought me right for I was wronged
Still vengeance dealt was far too strong
This ghost showed me the ones that I cut down
His blood does stain my hands, oh his blood does stain my hands
I thought me right for I was wronged
Still vengeance dealt was far too strong
This ghost showed me the ones that I cut down
His blood does stain my hands, oh his blood does stain my hands
Oh ghost of mine, please take me back.