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Darkness is the cloak that wraps around the soul,
The comfort cold in the gaping hole.
Shadows swirl past steps in the night,
but this soul is immune to the ill of fright.

Haunt me, hunt me;
take me away.
Take me away from this place and the pain
of the world which no longer remembers my name.

Life and death, it's all the same
to someone who's looking for someone to blame.
Build up a wall, bricks, stones, and cement.
Let the hurts of today rot and ferment.

Haunt me, hunt me;
take me away.
Take me away from this place and the pain
of the world which no longer seems the same

And remembers forever the rules of the game.