Behavior like a Scottish moor
Suffocating with thick ichor
Tales of fright in ancient lore
I'm not afraid, regail me more
I do not fear the blackened sky
The hidden demons, the wolf's cry
I do not fear the tempting lies
I'm not afraid, my faith won't die
Night does battle with sun-set rays
Heaven and hell, through Earth they phase
A fight 'tween white and black portrayed
But I'm not afraid of shades of grey
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