Where Dead Things Roam
Deep down in my soul there's a place i dont want to know.
A place where dark things grow cold.
A place where dead things roam.
In that darkness evil grows.
In the abyss im in the devils hold.
Can some one save me from the night?
Will some one hold me close and tight?
o this fear of things untold,
Why cant you leave me alone?
I want to live but you ask me to die.
please just let me fade into the night.
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