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IN THE REACHES OF THE DARK
As the last of the daylight fades
And I stand at the edge of my own world
What fears will I have to fight
As I stand in the pouring rain
Of this cemetery
The church burned down
The gravestones open you see
The choking smell of smoke...
And I stand at the edge of my own world
What fears will I have to fight
As I stand in the pouring rain
Of this cemetery
The church burned down
The gravestones open you see
The choking smell of smoke...
