How the sing, their voices in my mind,

I see their shadows flit across my path,

no longer invisible, each smile becomes a grin,

a grin becomes a hug, and old memories are relived

and I find that the dead keep on to life,

while I have fallen in love

with the past, the dead,

I walk with them, my head held up high,

and in the darkness,

I hear the demoness laugh,

and I found it pleasant.