• a Fair maiden neat and prim.
    Came to lead me from this road of sin.
    And in a passing breeze she says:
    we'll be together until the end of days.

    But the maiden vanished to cure another lost soul
    And left me alone,so back i roll.
    Watching all who judge my sins.
    Disdaining the sickening light they bring in.

    Without a care its hard to tell.
    That your not alone in this endless hell.
    And as the raven swoops on by.
    Seeing another broken soul it cries.
    For the raven knows that deep inside,
    we all have crying demons that we hide.