Lyrics The Small Hours - Metallica

The Small Hours

Look out 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 barriers crumble at the end of the day
Dark rivers are flowing back into the past
You are the fish for which I cast