I have seen the shadows long before the night
I have seen the night come long before the day
I have seen the ghost of the night
I have seen the movement of the unseen
I have watched the fog creep through the night
I have felt the chill down my spin
I have felt the cold arm of my shoulder
I have feared the on coming death
I have feared the grave digger’s movements
I have stared in the eyes of the reaper
I have been killed by the reaper
I have been chased by the shadows
I have been surrounded by the night
I have feared the on coming of the shadow in the night
But I fear the night no longer
I no longer fear the shadow of the night
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