There's nowhere I can run To escape the light of the sun.
There's nowhere I can hide But passing over to the dark side.
Roll, Roll, the banging thunder rolls, Ring a bell, ferryman comes for his tolls
Only when the moon has risen Can I be loosed from my prison.
That deepest part of me in treason Has stolen my ability to reason
The searing touch of burning coals Is all that soothes my weary soul
Black is the coal that stokes my fire The little death is the release I desire
My want, my need, is urgent and dire About my sanity one must surely inquire.
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