For those immersed in the darkness
The Heath
Vague lights flicker on the heath
As shattered spirits glow to lure
The bogs that call at midnight chime
Where a forgotten enemy walks no more
Thirst runs deep on the barren heath
Vague mists rise and shadow the mind
Singing so soft like sirens of the sea
As shattered spirits glow to lure
The bogs that call at midnight chime
Where a forgotten enemy walks no more
Thirst runs deep on the barren heath
Vague mists rise and shadow the mind
Singing so soft like sirens of the sea
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