Late night, in the As your body to sweat and seize comes a fright, a secret freeze
There comes an evil from an tree Burning bright with leaves You're of the things behind you
It's everytime, you feel you're by It's anytime that the will run dry It's everytime, you think going to die mind's in misery
Someway on a sea You kept of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the thick I feel back in the book of the dreams
In sight, the gleams And now your mind a desperate plea The tight, you look and see You've blinded by the things that unwind you
It's everytime, you feel getting by It's anytime that the will run dry It's everytime, you you're going to die mind's in misery
Someway on a sea You kept of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the thick I feel back in the book of the dreams
Book of black dreams, book of dreams Book of black dreams, book of dreams
of the bad things Gonna eat what new bring of black dreams
Things are not what seem 'Cause every of the passionate breed Is back in your eternity
It's everytime, you feel getting by It's that the oceans will run dry It's everytime, you think going to die mind's in misery
Someway on a sea You track of a way to keep track of me Somewhere through the debris I feel back in the of the black dreams
Book of dreams, book of black dreams Book of dreams, book of black dreams Book of black dreams, of black dreams