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Autor hudby: Indica
I know, in the dark
Spirits lurk
No, no, I won't be afraid anyway
I know, under my bed
There's work for exorcist
Yet I can get sleep
Come whatever may
Mourn
I won't here anyway
I turn my back on darkness
I wipe the evil away
Why they'd have created
A burden out of sorrow for man
I refract thistles out of my way
I'll make it to freedom
I'll lay them on my burning pile
That's how I make my fire
It lights up my night
That's how I make my fire
I know, that out there
Wolves prowl in the swamps
Hey, hey, you can't catch me
The dead walks on highway
The scythe swings there
No, no, I won't get on after all
Come whatever may
Mourn
I won't here anyway
I turn my back on darkness
I wipe the evil away
Why they'd have created
A burden out of sorrow for man
I refract thistles out of my way
I'll make it to freedom
I'll lay them on my burning pile
That's how I make my fire
It lights up my night
That's how I make my fire
