The spirits arise.
The Force will not help you here.
You will all perish.

It should have been mine,
She lied about the helmet,
What should I believe?

Chaos distilled in
Guardians in the Temple hall
Spectres roamed in

Incorporeal
Shadows assault the living
To absorb their life

We should not have come
The terror within is out
In darkness we are

Hand in hand, cavorting.
Spooks and spectors howl loudly
Soiled shorts, we flee.

Old souls watch, helpless
Will anybody recall
Where I am buried?

so cold i have turned
was this what i wanted now
it should have been less

Possessed they move quick
Who fights for who in this mess
Friends and not will die