A Foreign Road

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  A road into shadows, on through haunted meadows
Am                                             G
  A road so old, so dark, the trail where the damned walk
Am                      G              F
  As only darkness cares, I choose to wander here
Am                 G            F
  A time to evil be, as death awaits me ...

        Am                   F
     A road dark ,where the damned walk
        Am                     F
     A road old ,open arms to fold me

  I recall the crossroads ,the junction of the ways
  The misty morning fog ,when I chose my faith
  As no one ever cared ,I chose to be all you fear
  A time to evil be ,damnation waits me ...

     A road dark ,where the damned walk
     A road old ,open arms to fold me