Heading up the mountain
In the drizzling black
Weary from the distance but there's no turning back
They need a place to rest
Hiding in a musty cave from the raging tempest
They wait for the sleep to fill their eyes
The ritual death will seal their fate
Sleep tight
Sleep tight
Dream while you have the chance
No sense in anxiety 'til the moment is at hand
Some walls have eyes
All the better to see you with
Some walls have hands
All the better to grab you with
We've caught you off guard
Too tired to know and too tired to care
Welcome to our house
Welcome to our lair
Sleep tight
Sleep tight
Dream while you have the chance
No sense in anxiety 'til the moment is at hand
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