>'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
>When blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mud
>I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
>"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm"
yep, it's that time of year again
>When blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mud
>I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
>"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm"
yep, it's that time of year again
