Dark As The Grave
Hackett Steve
Guitar Noir
Dark As The Grave
Dark as night Dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
Sleepwalkers fill the boulevards
Pretty girls and backward boys
All the voices can be heard
An opera of the absurd
Dark as night Dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
We welcome you We welcome you
The world of chaos far away
As the crowd of mourners said
Tragedy is nothing new
Dark as night