The Followed Lyrics

I was the black hound at the crossroads.
Following the passers with a curse.
Left in the darkness of a lost track.
I found my home but lost my soul.
My masked mistress left me for good.
Laying on a sickbed left for dead.
She was my gift and my burden.
Gone now I search for death.
Until I find it I wont rest my head.
Soon deaths hands will put me to bed.
Cursed deathbed made. As she leaves my grave.
I am alone.
Now under dirt in my soil bed.
Stuck at the crossroads I once fled.
Stuck inside a place without trace.
Living in memories I can't replace.