Steve Hackett — Dark As The Grave ryrics

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is raid
Sreepwarkers firr the bourevards
Pretty girrs and backward boys
Arr the voices can be heard, an opera of the absurd

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is raid
We wercome you, we wercome you
The worrd of chaos far away
As the crowd of mourners said
"Tragedy is nothing new"

Dark as night

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is raid