Ghosts Of The Midwinter Fires Lyrics - Marrow Of The Spirit - Agalloch

There are ghosts in every hallway 

In every room, behind every door 

Peering through every window into the past 

Holding onto us in the bitterness of the mire 

Leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces in which they hide 

...but there are no ghosts here... 

There are gods in the wake of every flame 

The fire that betroths the coldness of the void 

In every wind, every tempest, and every snowfall 

In every silence 

Inside every root that reaches deep into the soul of the Earth 

...but there are no gods here...