Misc Originals - Eli groden-thomas - into the dark

Now, the ^Bmsun may ^Dbeat down ^Emon my weathered ^Gskin Or the ^Bmfrost may ^Dnip at my ^Emnose ^G And the ^Bmwind keeps ^Dtrying so ^Emhard to get me ^Gdown But there's ^Bmone thing ^Dthat I ^Emknow. ^{G Bm D Em} The ^GDarkness call to ^Bmall^{D Em} To ^Gthose who happen to ^Bmslip when ^Dwalking A^Emcross the razors ^Gedge And ^Bmfal^Dl, and ^Emfall^{G Bm}In. ^Dto^Emoo ^G The ^Bmabyss. ^D The ^Emabyss ^{G Bm}Falling s^Do far, m^Emiles from the l^Gights up above ^{Bm D} So far ^Emabove ^G Bm D Em G Bm D Em G But ^BmI d^Don't, ^EmI don't fear the ^Gdark any^Bmmore ^D No, no ^Emmore ^G The ^Bmvoid I call my ^Dhome, and ^EmI'm not left a^Glone For it ^Bmcalls me ^Done of its ^Emown ^G And ^Bmwhile the day may ^Dbreak Even ^Emon the darkest ^Gnights The n^Bmight still ^Dfights, against the ^Emlight Until the ^Gsun runs ^Bmdry^{D Em} And the ^Gvoid closes ^Bmin ^{D Em} The d^Garkness wins ag^B7ain Now, the ^Bmsun may ^Dbeat down ^Emon my weathered ^Gskin Or the f^Bmrost may ^Dnip at my ^Emnose ^G And the ^Bmwind keeps ^Dtrying so ^Emhard to get me ^Gdown But there's ^Bmone thing ^Dthat I ^Emknow. ^G Oh, that I know Bm D Em G Bm D Em G Bm D Em G fade out