Night walker, glide on old cobblestones
Soft talker, spinning yarn to the ghosts
Crumbling Mills and Chimney's, blocking out sunlight
Moving slowly backwards
Through Ghoulish Dust filled halls
Night walker, over liberty capped moors
Truth stalker, Ego death, take them all
In the basin's misty
Seven Sisters tall
The past has glory's wistful
I'm here to mourn the fall
Crumbling mills and chimney's, blocking out sunlight

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