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Harbinger Row
I took a long drive down to Harbinger Row
Where the grass is all dead and the flowers won't grow
Where the people and their pets are now long gone
And an icy cold wind whispers till the dawn
On certain nights you can hear the spirits cry
Under a pale-blue moon or a blood-red sky
They suffer and anguish for all that they've lost
Their hearts have run cold like a cold Winters frost
Their souls are so twisted, dark, vile and deep
Where the air has grown foul and the dead never sleep
Devoid of all light, all mercy, all love
They spit out their anger on the living above
Now standing alone beneath a blood-red sky
A figure in the distance soon caught my eye
He came into focus but then disappeared
But I still felt his presence as his spirit neared
He spoke to me then in a voice soft and low
What brings you down here where the flowers won't grow
Is it fortune or fame or knowledge you seek
What brings you down here from the land of the weak
You'll find no diamonds, gems, or ingots of gold
All you'll find today Boy are hearts that run cold
And of all the dead hearts, mine's the coldest of all
You can hear my shrill cry when the coldest nights fall
The fortune or fame or knowledge you sought
Your pitiful journey down here was for naught
For now that you're here, you never can go
Forever you'll dwell where the flowers won't grow
Your spirit is mine and mine all alone
Your body, your flesh, your blood and your bone
No sunlight or mercy or love will you know
You'll suffer in anguish in darkness below
Now I'm shackled, I'm weak, I'm ten dungeons deep
My bones crackle and creak and I can't fall asleep
But the dead never sleep cuz there's nothing to dream
I can hear his voice laugh as I heard my voice scream
So if you travel down here but you don't know why
Under the pale-blue moon or the blood-red sky
Just another lost soul with no place to go
Where the grass is all dead and the flowers won't grow
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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