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