In the dying embers of a fire,

You may see

And you may find,

A most peculiar sight

The light will dim,

And the lamps will flicker

As a shadow moves within

Through the dark,

You will see a face among the dying embers of a fire

You will try to run

But it will always chase you,

You can flee and you can hide,

But the embers will always find you

by George Hargreaves