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In the absence of light
Minds are teetered on a steep cliff
‘Neath the mountains rocky face
Lay the bearings of the dreaming

Dormant demons not excised
Prowl the recesses of dark minds
Feel them gnawing at your wits
Tearing down your feeble senses

Dim
The lights!
The chills come
My skin crawls
Making the
Walls close in
Not quite safe
In my head
Must vacate
This dank stead

I
I pay no mind (pay no mind)
At all
To the muted cries
In the dead of night (dead of night)
In thrall
Until the music dies
In the halls of beggar’s might
One may find the stone of all kings
Should the moss on it recede
Make with haste the con of bleeding
One-eyed raven-man would tell
Of the trickster tree devising
Ways to learn the ancient rhymes
Ways to tap into the all-mind

Hang
Your life!
The chills come
My skin crawls
Making the
Walls close in
Not quite safe
In my head
Must vacate
This dank stead

I
I pay no mind (pay no mind)
At all
To the muted cries
In the dead of night (dead of night)
In thrall
Until the music dies
/Memory, thought
They’re pecking
At my flesh
Water from Urd’s well
Washing my feet’s dance/

I
I pay no mind (pay no mind)
At all
To the muted cries
In the dead of night (dead of night)
In thrall
Until the music dies

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