Lake of Tears — A Foreign Road

A road into shadows, on through haunted meadows
Am G
A road so old, so dark, the trail where the damned walk
Am G F
As only darkness cares, I choose to wander here
Am G F
A time to evil be, as death awaits me ...

Am F
A road dark ,where the damned walk
Am F
A road old ,open arms to fold me

I recall the crossroads ,the junction of the ways
The misty morning fog ,when I chose my faith
As no one ever cared ,I chose to be all you fear
A time to evil be ,damnation waits me ...

A road dark ,where the damned walk
A road old ,open arms to fold me