shiny shine - Midnight Rider

As I wonder through the trees
I hear a softly calling breeze
Come to me, come to me, it pleas
Weakly wondering, with all my might
I stumble upon a most terrifying sight
Come to me, come to me, it pleas
Reaching out with its fingers of death
it beackons me and leaves out its breath
Trembling from head to toe suddenly I seem to know
The demand that stands before me in the snow
this creature that beckons and pleads with me so
staring into its blackened eyes I see through its well dressed disguse
for now i see with my own eyes my evil twin whom I despise
singing, tenderly, cime to me, come to me, it pleas

shiny shine

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