evil roams the land of my dreams
onslaught is the onset of coma
ancients chase the crystals of black
magic is the secret I keep 
searching in the land of my dreams
gazing in the eyes of my dying conciousness
I have to grasp the last stone
failing means I will never awake 
slowly I drown in my sleep
hoping my brain will awake
my last crystal will fall in their hands
leaving me to die alone in my sleep
ride! 
I hear hooves pounding
I see his mask, it's black !
I try escaping but I can't move
I'm doomed
sword !
flesh !
blood !
kill !
die ! 
sun will rise for you again now ... 


(c) Orphanage