Comments about AaI Harvey
Collector Of Souls
On the blackest of nights, as the winter sets in,
There is a shadow moving in the distance
And I can see it is approaching.
Through blood-stained memories, I am nervous again;
The haunter is coming once more to be born inside my brain.
Without reason he is here and he is without reasoning;
I can lie all I want to, but I cannot lie in peace.