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A Thousand Forms Of Fear
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Black night, least not yet day, least not yet light and I’m awake
Beside my shaking hand, my demon lurks, makes his demands
From here the crawl-way’s long, serpentine with light far off
And there’s no higher power to turn to in the witching hour
I’m the author
Of night horrors
That grind me smaller
A thousand forms of fear
Growing colder
Going under
Devil’s on my shoulder
A thousand forms of fear
Left dry, all help refused, all bridges burned, last chances used
Alone and desperate, I roll the dice, impetuous
Seven or eleven gains a chance to dread another day
Stone cold serpent’s eyes stare me down. Fade to grey
Beside my shaking hand, my demon lurks, makes his demands
From here the crawl-way’s long, serpentine with light far off
And there’s no higher power to turn to in the witching hour
I’m the author
Of night horrors
That grind me smaller
A thousand forms of fear
Growing colder
Going under
Devil’s on my shoulder
A thousand forms of fear
Left dry, all help refused, all bridges burned, last chances used
Alone and desperate, I roll the dice, impetuous
Seven or eleven gains a chance to dread another day
Stone cold serpent’s eyes stare me down. Fade to grey