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Down, down, down the road Down the witches' road Marching ever forward 'neath the wooded shrine I stray not from the path, I hold death's hand in mine Primal night, giveth sight familiar by thy side If onе be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guidе The road is wild and wicked, winding through the wood Where all that's wrong is right and all that's bad is good Through many miles of tricks and trials, we'll wander high and low Tame your fears, a door appears, the time has come to go