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