The demons of my past have crept
Under the cover of the night
Waiting to snatch me from my bed
Into the place where they abide.
I'm dreaming and the dream is dark.
The water flows like liquid oil
When suddenly the demons start
Pulling me down with their coils.
My lips are frozen with the fear,
And neither hand nor foot would move
And then the pallid light appears
The Midnight Sun, the deathly Moon.
Shall I surrender to the night
And let the waters take me in?
There is no help within a sight
How can I fight within my dream?