Thoughts bathed in oneiric dust Widely sown by Morpheus the lord Full of sand is the depth and you fall
Desecrated, violated Invaded holy ground and vaults Shrines fallen, creatures wave erratic Gates of graveyards open wide
Willow o' wisps, necro-church Fiery tombs, urns overtuned Night fiends rise above Night ghouls start to burn Night time fast raids Digging pits, exhuming brains
Night plaything, it's a gloomy blur Walking through the sleep A room lighted by the moon Go to bed and dream of the dead
Take a walk on the nightside Never talk before the light Clutch to your pillow and then you fall Cannot resist the deathcall
Desecrated, violated, overtaken by nightfall In your dreams a whirlwind Dream of sleeping dead.