A Long Way Home Evil’s here, close by Its crypt-cold breath taunts hot skin Watchers on the wall Before we sleep now Folded hands beneath bowed heads Keeps the wolves at bay In these darkest times Superstitions comfort us Lord, hear our prayer Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...