Inside that darkness where the mind fears to tread
The infinite scapes of madness and possibility we are eventually lead
They do not like what they may find within the cold open air
But Dalmed knows us all inside here, their eyes in the dark that stare
Inside a place where the light is burning and the blind seek
You may have been better off behind comfort and lies, not here amongst the meek
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