The vision is clear
The apparition of afterlife
You can feel but don't 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 souls cry
As the vision comes into play
We're not giving your 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
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