Close the door,
put out the light.
You know they won't be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and don't you know?
The winds of thor are blowing cold.
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through.
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter.
Walking side by side with death,
You know they won't be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and don't you know?
The winds of thor are blowing cold.
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through.
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter.
Walking side by side with death,
The devil mocks
their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow,
The snow drives back the foot that's slow,
The dogs of
doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through,
They carry news that must get through,
To build a
dream for me and you
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter.
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter.
They ask no
quarter.
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
The dogs of doom are howling more!
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
The dogs of doom are howling more!
Writer(s): Robert Plant, John Paul Jones, James
Patrick
"Houses Of The Holy" (1973)
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