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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...