Witch hunt leaving burning trails,
Across the plains of Earth.
Wild goose chase flown him,
The the end of the universe.
Driving force hath pushed him,
Beyond the hands of time.
Dead and gone he is now,
But yet he still lives on.
A ghost, but not for haunting,
Instead, he roams this world,
Forever searching for,
His unattainable cure.
So his desperation for salvation,
Hath cursed him doubly.