In the year of ‘66, where shadows grew so cold A child with a heart of stolen gold, trapped in the cellar Damp and full of pain He waited for his mother Though she’d never come again Bound by chains, of sorrows The walls screamed red As his ghost began to fade A child lost to hunger In a debt he never made Now I walk free, but his face I see, a ghostly child who’ll never be Oh, Ghost Akin, bound by pain, a child in chains, a soul remains! Where time stay! A rusty knife hidden A tool and a sin In the hands of a ghost Named Akin The walls screamed red As his ghost began to fade A child lost to hunger In a debt he never made Now I walk free, but his face I see, a ghostly child who’ll never be Oh, Ghost Akin, bound by pain, a child in chains, a soul remains! Where time stay! Now I walk free, but his face I see, a ghostly child who’ll never be