Doubt-DIG HAY ZOOSE

And then the days grew cold, Shudder children, Gather together in the warmth of the firelight’s glow, And the ground grew cold, Split like the skin and parched like the hollow of a dead man’s bones. Well, I’ve been waiting for you such a long time, Sometimes I think you ain’t ever coming back, oh. And then the myth was clear, The drumming of pagans still echoing in the halls of remembrance, And now the truth is clear, One man is all that is clear in the warmth of the firelight’s dance. Well, I’ve been waiting for you such a long time, Sometimes I think you ain’t ever coming back. Well, I’ve been waiting for you such a long time, Sometimes I think you ain’t ever coming back. And I am the autumn wind in the days a man must fear, As the crooked man grows bent, I am the bitterness in his tears, What a selfish man will sow into this cold and barren ground is the truth behind every lie, That’s where the emptiness is found, is found, is found, is found. [[Category:Dig hay Zoose]]

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