Dark As The Grave — Steve Hackett

Dark as night, dark as the grave Dark wherein my friend is laid Sleepwalkers fill the boulevards Pretty girls and backward boys All the voices can be heard, an opera of the absurd

Dark as night, dark as the grave Dark wherein my friend is laid We welcome you, we welcome you The world of chaos far away As the crowd of mourners said "Tragedy is nothing new"

Dark as night

Dark as night, dark as the grave Dark wherein my friend is laid