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Dark skies, City Glow,
Whispering Trees, The Murders see me,
Embers glowng in the bushes,
See the flame rise,
Can't put it out, The firemen try.

Black night, Bright light,
Blinds the pepole, raises the steeple,
See them cry, To the big black sky,
Then die.

Lonely tonight, The air talks in my ear,
Death looms near, with his bony grin,
He takes us in.
Last edited by Deadmen at Feb 21, 2009,