The blackness swells and pulls me under
I feel I’m trapped beneath its tide
But I keep marching forward in snowy forests
I feel I’m trapped beneath its tide
But I keep marching forward in snowy forests
Searching for a place to wait and hide
To fight the things that haunt me
To fight the things that haunt me
They catch me in my sleep
And when I let my iron guard down
They tear me apart piece by piece
Broken like a wilted flower
My cry rings out in the night
Until the moon is full, fat midnight hour
And no hope is left in sight.
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