With no light to find...
In deep and darkened dungeons.
Stuck in the dungeons,
With no light to find...
And sinking in the grunge!
Even though,
There's a door left open...
But some oppose,
And prefer to have it closed.
Oh!
Stuck in the dungeons,
With no light to find...
In deep and darkened dungeons.
Stuck in the dungeons,
With no light to find...
And sinking in the grunge!
Even though,
There's a door left open...
But some oppose,
And prefer to have it closed.
Oh!
Some are picked to look for locks,
To prevent any light that they can block...
To stop it,
From coming...
In!
Oh...
They hold their woes.
Oh...
They hold their woes.
Oh...
They hold their woes.
Oh...
They hold their woes.
Oh...
Some are picked to look for locks,
To prevent any light that they can block...
To stop it,
From coming...
In!
Oh...
Stuck in the dungeons,
With no light to find...
In deep and darkened dungeons.
Stuck in the dungeons,
With no light to find...
And sinking in the grunge!
Even though,
There's a door left open...
But some oppose,
And prefer to have it closed.
Oh!
They hold their woes.
Oh...
They hold their woes.
Oh!
They hold their woes,
And prefer the door closed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem