Testo di The Visitation

The vision is clear The apparition of afterlife You can feel But not touch the soul Cut the atmosphere with a knife Place your stakes high Lose then you cry On your own Not alone Listen to ghostly sounds Hide as the visitor comes in to play Without giving his secrets away Visitation is all very real Visitation is all you can feel I feel the chill of the night in the day Once in the trap you cannot get away