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Con The VersesIn the absence of lightMinds are teetered on a steep cliff ‘Neath the mountains rocky face Lay the bearings of the dreaming Dormant demons not excised Prowl the recesses of dark minds Feel them gnawing at your wits Tearing down your feeble senses Dim The lights! The chills come My skin crawls Making the Walls close in Not quite safe In my head Must vacate This dank stead I I pay no mind (pay no mind) At all To the muted cries In the dead of night (dead of night) In thrall Until the music dies In the halls of beggar’s might One may find the stone of all kings Should the moss on it recede Make with haste the con of bleeding One-eyed raven-man would tell Of the trickster tree devising Ways to learn the ancient rhymes Ways to tap into the all-mind Hang Your life! The chills come My skin crawls Making the Walls close in Not quite safe In my head Must vacate This dank stead I I pay no mind (pay no mind) At all To the muted cries In the dead of night (dead of night) In thrall Until the music dies /Memory, thought They’re pecking At my flesh Water from Urd’s well Washing my feet’s dance/ I I pay no mind (pay no mind) At all To the muted cries In the dead of night (dead of night) In thrall Until the music dies |