As I walked a lonely road
And hear the croaking sound of toad
I keep my pace with human pride
Listening to the dusk of swollen nights
Passing the fields and passing the skies
Passing the river with invisible tides
Deaths below the mountain hold
Till the wrecking of cavern old
Then the truth of being unfold
And suddenly those eyes turned cold
Then rest my faith and pray my soul
Lash your fugitive wish to pole
Think of the world and think of the ride
Think of the monster that hail inside
So look for the sun and look for its kiln
And let the demons burn within.
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