The shadows calling ‘and the things I fear to see
are distant roaring
they’re calling out for me,
I cant get away
I thought them dead and buried
but they’ve grown stronger in the night
I got no shield and
I don’t know what I fight
I cant get away
mother, I could use a helping hand
mother from here across the land
the shadows calling
night is falling
they keep calling on
I hear them calling and they keep calling on
I cant get away
© 2000 Winn Nielsen