The Small Hours (Remastered)

The Small Hours (Remastered) - Metallica

Look hard at the darkness

And you will see

Just call my name

And I'll be there

You cannot touch me

You would not dare

I am the chill that's in the air

And I try to get through to you

In my own special way

As the mirrors crumble

At the end of the day aha

Dark rivers are flowing

Back into the past

You are the fish

For which I cast

And what of the future

What is to be

As the rivers flow into the sea

And I try to get through to you

In my own special way

As the mirrors crumble

At the end of the day

Do not take for granted

Powers out there

Don't step into

The demons lair

Time is an illusion rising

From time

Steep is the mountain

Which we climb

And I try to get through to you

In my own special way

As the mirrors crumble

At the end of the day