As I walked a lonely road

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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