Awaken, darkness casts its spell again
As the mist surrounds it stirs the shadows in the mind
Thoughts can wander freely underneath the night's cover
(caught in a whirlwind of moving voices,
some of comfort, some of deceit)
Solitude is the only audience and tells no tales
The dearest friend may be the one that never speaks
(mids have ben known to turn on themselves
with their halves and disagree)
But take care for in silence...
your own thoughts may drive your mad
Some cannot endure
even in sleep they still suffer
Haunted to the fatal point by the lies, the thruth and the sin
Madness in some will lose still to death
Locked away in a coffin of infinitie echoes
The dark has an eternity of untold stories
They're hidden in the realms of the dead and sleeping
Where secrets may shed their true meaning
In the night sky what the day hides van be seen
Awaken, darkness casts its spell again
The mist stirs the sins in the mind