I wander through a desolate land
On a cold and barren day

I wander beneath a shadow
Under a light so chill, so gray

My thoughts beneath the shadow
That will not pass away
My thoughts beneath the shadow
That will not fade away

Faces that avert are pale
Voices thin with fear
Silent streets and alleys wind
Windless skies so drear
Wither beneath the shadow

Faces that avert are pale
Voices thin with fear
Silent streets and alleys wind
Windless skies so drear
Writhing whispers that I hear

What is this grisly visage
That sears their souls with dread?

What demon constant follows me
And tints the sun so red?
What is this fiend whose shadow
Taints lands wherever I tread?

Faces that avert are pale
Voices thin with fear
Silent streets and alleys wind
Windless skies so drear
Wither beneath the shadow

Faces that avert are pale
Voices thin with fear
Silent streets and alleys wind
Windless skies so drear
Writhing whispers that I hear

And when I turned
No face I saw
For the shadow was my own

To turn and look
Upon its face
Brought fear
I'd never known
The shadow
Has ever haunted me
As I walk the earth so alone

When I turned, no face I saw
For the shadow was my own
When I turned, no face I saw
For the shadow was my own

Wither beneath the shadow

Faces that avert are pale
Voices thin with fear
Silent streets and alleys wind
Windless skies so drear
Writhing whispers that I hear